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A Mother-Daughter Act update
🕑 Added 2020-09-22 20:00:00 +0000 UTC
Lana leaned back, smugly observing how Bill’s cock had gone limp, truly drained, barely lasting the length of his ejaculation. He lay beside her, panting wearily. She really had taken it out of him.
“I think we got it,” he said. Lana nodded. Of course they had. She’d always thought anything she did with Peter was worthy of a porno. All she’d had to do here was repeat herself with a less able performer.
Peter came over to join them, jumping up onto the arm of the couch and then crouching down beside her in one easy motion. He ran his hand soothingly through Lana’s hair. “You did great, Lana. Really great.”
“Then you got enough footage?”
“No, I’m afraid not,” Peter sighed. “Okay with you if we try just a straight fuck?”
“You’re the director. You get whatever you want,” Lana said flirtatiously. Then she patted Bill’s knee. “Does he have any more gas in the tank, though?”
Bill sat up, giving his limp cock a rub. “I doubt it. That was my fifth cum shot today. I just don’t have anything less.”
“Cowgirl,” Peter suggested. “If that can’t get him up, nothing will.”
Bill lay back and Lana straddled him, but backwards, facing Peter, while her ass was to Bill’s face. She rubbed herself against his limp manhood, trying to make it stiffen, but Bill was a mere mortal, without the stamina Peter had that made him seemingly inexhaustible. Lana lifted herself up and reached down to handle Bill, holding his cock against her slit as she rocked her hips. There was a stirring of life in his member, but only a stirring.
Lana swayed from side to side, putting more pressure on his cock. Slowly, very slowly, his erection revived itself. Lana moved up and down, gently milking his stiffness further and further.
“Good,” Peter said approvingly, using a light meter on the two of them. “Start filming, I don’t think we’re going to get a repeat performance.”
The cameraman gave him a nod.
“Does this turn you on?” Lana asked Peter, rising and falling with a slow rhythm, as though not to throw off the slow return of Bill’s hardness. “Do you get off on watching me doing this?”
Peter scowled, but the soft whirring of the camera going into action spoke louder to him. Instead of replying, he stepped back so that his shadow couldn’t be seen.
Lana closed her eyes and fucked, Bill getting harder and harder inside her. She smiled in satisfaction at his lust for her. His hands came up to grip her breasts and she placed her own hands over his. He took her nipples between his fingers, helping Lana back into the erotic pattern that had first gotten them hard.
Lana went up and down, side to side, twisting and turning whenever she felt Bill’s overworked manhood going weak. He wasn’t nearly as hard as Peter was, that constant hard-on of his for both Lana and her mother, but Bill was doing alright. Lana supposed she would just have to place every other man in one category and Peter in a category all his own.
Her lips were curling in a smile, but Lana refused to make it some fright-mask expression of pretended ecstasy, like she was faking what she really had with Peter. She did smile, and she did think of their first night together—the rapture they’d shared, the delight Lana had found in sex, the strange taboo of their relationship also bringing Lori such happiness.
Lana ended up wearing a wistful smile, thinking of when she’d be back in Peter’s arms. She no longer wanted other men. Even if she was submissive to Peter—called him ‘daddy’—he could still please her so much more than any other cock in the world.
Bill pulled at her left nipple, obviously trying to get her attention. Lana leaned back, resting her weight on outstretched hands, and lolled her head back to hear him.
“Let’s get onto the floor,” Bill whispered. “With you on your back, alright?”
She nodded and picked herself up off him. His prick flopped down after leaving her sex, looking barely firm at all, but Lana grabbed it and rubbed it hard. It stiffened some with her stroking it, and before it could soften again, Bill got on top of her. When he entered her, Lana felt him harden some.
Lana automatically lifted her legs to wrap around him, but he pushed down her knees. Oh, right, Lana realized. I’m blocking the view.
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Shendude
Neat!
