Date: Wed, 6 Jul 2016 17:01:55 +0000 (UTC) From: Leslie Carr <lcarr69@yahoo.co.uk> Subject: Loving Family Loving Family By Androgyne Monica Taylor turns her key in the lock; and when the door swings open there is no bleeping noise from the intruder alarm counting down. This tells her that her daughter has arrived home before her to turn it off. Nevertheless, and from sheer habit, she calls out from where she stands in the hallway. "Danielle! Danni! Are you home?" From above, at the top of the stairway, a light voice replies. "Of course I am mum! Who do you think shut off the alarm? A bank robber? I got home about twenty minutes ago and I'm just showering." "I'll come up and change out of these things and have a shower too then make us something for our evening meal." As she climbs the stairs Monica reflects that her daughter sounds more cheerful than of late. Recently, despite Danni's denials, her mother has sensed that something is wrong that her daughter claims doesn't exist. As Monica reaches the landing her daughter walks, naked, out of the bathroom. Her pale skin is beaded with drops of water that sparkle like diamonds and Monica stops dead in her tracks. There could be no question that Danni is her mother's daughter. Monica is no more than five feet two inches tall but she is the proverbial pocket Venus. Despite her lack of size she owns an hourglass figure and her legs are slender and shapely. Since Danni entered an early growth spurt she hasn't grown much taller but the puppy fat has dropped away to leave her with a startling figure for a girl not quite yet 12 years old. She owns the same elegant legs as her mother and on her narrow ribcage her young breasts appear larger than they really are; however they are indeed still impressive. They are tipped with sharply pointed pale pink nipples. Her belly is flat and her hips are showing the roundness inherited from her mother. Her pussy is perfect and perfectly hairless like a pink peach. She is in fact a pre teen beauty from her silver blond hair to her dainty toes. Monica feels her face flush and her nipples swell and harden at the sight of this vision. Gritting her teeth she attempts appear like any normal mother. Inside she seethes with an internal struggle with her emotions. What kind of a mother feels pure naked lust for her own child? What kind of mother has concealed her true nature from her child? Monica's past has been lesbian and her present is also that of a closet lesbian to shield her daughter. Since Danni hit puberty, and transformed from a plump caterpillar into a gorgeous butterfly, Monica is fighting a constant struggle with her desire for her own child. Swallowing the lump in her throat Monica heads into her bedroom, calling over her shoulder to her daughter, and glad to take her eyes off that naked beauty. "I'll have a shower myself love so once you're dressed pop into the kitchen and put the kettle on." Monica closes her bedroom door behind her, and with her legs unsteady beneath her, she sits on the edge of her bed and breathes deeply in an effort to try to calm her pounding heart. After a while she stands and begins to undress. When she unhooks her bra her nipples are erect and swollen. She touches them and shudders at their sensitivity. When her last garment, her panties, are removed their crotch is damp and creamy from her spasm of wild desire. Monica has heard Danni go downstairs so naked she crosses the landing and enters the bathroom. The shower cabinet is still dripping from Danni's shower and it is scented with the girl's favourite orange shower gel. Monica steps inside, closes the door, and turns on a hot needle shower. She stands under the stream of steaming water and then notices, on the shelf to her side, Danni's bottle of shower gel. Taking it she squeezes out a palm full and begins working it into lather over her body. Rubbing the foam over her tender breasts sends the excitement rising again. As her hands stroke lower, towards her neat triangle of pubic hair, her fingers stroke her puffy labia and then slide over her hard clitoris. With a strangled moan she eases three fingers into her throbbing sex to finger herself brutally hard. Gritting her teeth to stifle a hoarse scream she drops onto the tiled floor of the cabinet as her body is wracked by a series of huge orgasms. Later, dried off and dressed down as they say, Monica heads down to cook and attempt to appear as normal as possible. As she bustles around the kitchen Danni sits at the kitchen table working on a school assignment. "So how was school today love?" "Ah okay I suppose. I swear that Ms Holiday has it in for me though. She's pick, pick, pick all the time no matter how well I do. Maybe she just doesn't like blonds?" "It's one of two things love. Either she thinks she can push you to do even better or maybe she just doesn't like you. Teachers aren't supposed to be like that but I had a couple when I was your age that I just couldn't please no matter what I did. My advice is keep your head down and do your best to ignore her if she's unfair to you. Here you go. It's only shepherd's pie but if I say so myself I do make a mean shepherd's pie!" Monica places two plates on the table, pours milk for Danni and a mug of tea for herself, and joins her daughter at the table. "So how are things with you and Jenny Bond? Since she joined your class you two have been as thick as thieves from what you say. When are you going to have her over here instead of you going to hers?" Just for a second Monica spots that faint sign of discomfort and uncertainty she's sensed in her daughter of late. Next it's gone and Danni's nodding. "Okay mum I'll ask her to ask her mum and dad if she can come here next time." All seems well for the rest of the night as well as the next morning over breakfast. Monica leaves for work before Danni heads off to school and it's not long before lunch that Monica receives a personal phone call at her desk at work. Her phone buzzes and she picks up. "Hello Monica Taylor speaking!" "Ms Taylor this is Judith Adams speaking. We've not met but I'm the school secretary at Whitman Street where your Danielle attends." A nervous shiver goes through Monica at these words. "Is everything all right? Is Danni okay?" "Your daughter's fine Ms Taylor but there has been a slight problem. Her teacher, Ms Holiday, confiscated Danni's phone in class today for using it during lessons. Danni became quite agitated and demanded it back at once. Ms Holiday was within her rights to refuse but she has asked for you to call in this afternoon if possible and she'll return the phone and discuss the matter with you." Monica frowns though she's invisible to the woman on the other end of the line. "If I come during my lunch hour instead would that be suitable?" "One moment Ms Taylor while I put you on hold." After a minute or two the voice returns. "That would be fine Ms Taylor. Ms Holiday will see you in the school office at one if that's convenient? "I'll be there Miss Adams and thank you for calling." As she cradles the phone Monica wonders if this is another sign of what seems to have been troubling her daughter these past weeks. Danni, at least till recently, hasn't been that kind of a girl. Having requested a possibly extended lunch break from her supervisor Monica heads out into the staff car park to her middle aged but reliable Fiat. It takes a lot of control not to press too hard on the accelerator pedal and rocket away to Danni's school. There is, luckily, a visitor's car park area at Whitman Street and at this time of day most spaces are free. Parking up she strides off to the public entrance with its double glass doors. Inside, having passed a uniformed security man, sadly a sign of the times, she reaches the school admin office. After rapping on the door she walks in and finds she's facing a desk occupied by a lady who she assumes is Judith Adams. "I'm Monica Taylor and it's been arranged for me to meet Ms Holiday." "Ah yes we spoke earlier; I'm Judith Adams. Just a moment and I'll tell Ms Holiday you're here." There are several doors leading out from this reception office and the woman crosses to one, raps on it, and walks inside. Monica stands fidgeting impatiently with the strap of her shoulder bag until the door opens and is held open. "Please come in Ms Taylor; Ms Holiday will see you now!" As Monica enters the room Judith slips past her and closes the door behind her. Rather than a formal desk to sit behind while meeting Monica the teacher has chosen a room with several low seats separated by a long coffee table. She stands, holds out her hand to be shaken, and then gestures for Monica to take a seat. Once the visitor is settled Ms Holiday sits too and indicates a tray bearing thermos jugs. "Would you care for tea or coffee Ms Taylor?" Normally, given the circumstances, Monica would refuse and want to get on with the matter. However two things have changed her mind. One is that her mouth is dry with nerves and she thinks that sugary tea will moisten it and give her some much needed energy. The second is that seeing Ms Holiday for the first time Monica likes what she sees and wants to assess the woman's character as well as her looks. "Tea please and two large spoons of sugar; I have a sweet tooth!" As the teacher pours tea, full sized mugs not elegant cups to Monica's approval, she eyes the woman up. The teacher is perhaps a little older than Monica, tall and quite elegant both in herself and in her outfit. Her dark hair is tinged with premature grey and cut close to her head. Her features are finely chiselled with a wide thin lipped mouth. She's slim, small breasted, and due to the short flared skirt she wears Monica can see she has sensational nylon shod legs. Slightly ashamed of herself for allowing her sexual tastes to interfere with what might be a serious school problem. Monica accepts the steaming mug with a tight smile. "Thank you Ms Holiday!" Monica loves the woman's smile as its open and friendly not at all restrained. "Please my name's Andrea and if you call me Andie like my friends and family do that'll be fine." Monica sips her tea to find it strong and sweet which is just how she likes it. "Very well Andrea, Andie, I'm sorry if my girl was out of order but what exactly happened?" The teacher tastes her own tea, sets down her mug, and crosses one chorus girl leg over the other. Monica finds the flash of thigh and panties highly disconcerting but throttles down an almost schoolgirl desire to peek up the woman's skirt. "Well as you know we have a strict rule here about using cell phones in class during lessons. I realise girls and boys today feel they can't live without a phone turned on and at hand but I'd warned Danni twice so when I caught her texting the third time I told her she had to hand it over. She pretty much threw a hissy fit and told me I had no right to take it. I told her that in fact I had every right to since her mother had signed a letter agreeing that teachers could do just that." "Oh dear that really isn't like Danni at all! So what happened then?" "She handed her phone over but then seemed to change her mind and demanded it straight back. When I wouldn't give it back she flounced out of the classroom. Rather than involve the Head I got Judith to ring you so we could talk about what happened. I had Danni sit in an unused classroom with a teaching assistant till I could talk to her. She calmed down but she seems wound up tight about something for some reason." "So what would you like me to do Andrea?" The woman smiles encouragingly at Monica. "Firstly you'll have to talk to her tonight after school about what's wrong with her. As you know Monica I took over your daughter's class when Mrs Roland left to have her baby and perhaps Danni thinks I'm being hard on her. In fact, in a way, I am. She's a fine student but I think she's got so much more in her to come out. She can be an outstanding pupil if she works harder and doesn't just cruise through her lessons." Monica glances at her watch to see that while she has a little more time to spare there isn't anything more to be achieved here and talking to her daughter is the next priority. Her only regret is leaving the highly attractive Andrea Holiday after meeting her for the first time. Monica finishes the last of her tea and stands to hold out her hand again to be shaken. "Thank you so much Andrea and you can be sure I'll have a serious talk to Danni tonight when we're both home. Perhaps you can let me have her phone back now? I'll impress on her that she must not under any circumstances use it in class again I assure you!" The phone is passed to Monica who slips it into her shoulder bag and then makes her goodbyes to the teacher. Monica returns to her car thinking over how she'll broach this with her daughter; and what on earth has her previously sweet natured and mild tempered daughter so cranky and withdrawn lately. Back in her car she drops her bag onto the passenger seat and rummages for a handkerchief. As her hand roots around she hears the chime of an incoming text and pulls out not her own phone but Danni's. The phone isn't locked and that's so rare as to be unique. Danni likes her privacy and her phone is never left lying around unlocked. Monica hesitates torn between respecting her daughter's wishes and her worry about Danni's recent change in personality. Finally curiosity overcomes her and she opens the phone and opens the text. Her heart pounds in her breast, twin spots of red appear on her cheeks, and her mouth goes dry with shock. The text couldn't be more explicit. "When can you be with us again sweet and sexy? Jenny and I can't wait for the three of us to be on our big bed and tasting each other." The text is signed thus. "Your hot mommy Rita!" The attached picture is just as explicit as the text. A thin woman, very small breasted, and with a jet black butch crop hairstyle, is naked and stroking a smooth shaven pussy with her fingertips. Her plump labia are dark and moist and in sharp detail. Frantically Monica flicks to the phone's photo section and her eyes go wide and then wider at what she sees. Most of the picture section involves just three people. One is Danni and the other Jenny Bond. The third is the thin intense woman who Monica automatically assumes is Jenny's mother. They show the two girls, or each of the girls and the woman, enjoying lesbian sex of all kinds and in all positions. The shock for Monica is that total surprise doesn't prevent her from being highly aroused at what she sees. Finally dropping the phone Monica rubs her eyes and sucks in a deep breath as she considers what lies ahead for her when she has her talk with Danni after work tonight. Work goes by in a blur although she copes well enough and by the time she's parked her car on the driveway Monica has gone from wound up to tight self control. Her usual call to Danni is not needed because her daughter has clearly been watching for her and is waiting in the hallway. "Mum look I'm so sorry about today and it won't happen again honestly!" "Not now Danni we'll talk this over after our evening meal. I'll have my shower and then cook whatever you want. Then we'll sit down and discuss things. Have you showered? You have? Right then go lay the table while I go shower and change." Soiled clothes are discarded, a hot shower follows, and then she dresses casually. The meal is cooked and eaten mainly in silence and the washing up done. Danni's tension is clearly rising as she follows her mother into the rear lounge and settles on the sofa next to her mother who now holds Danni's phone. "Mum let me explain!" "No love you listen to me because this might be hard for both of us. I've asked you a lot lately if there was anything wrong and you've always told me things were fine. Today I get summonsed to your school and hear all about you throwing a temper tantrum in class even when you were in the wrong. That's not like you love so one more time will you tell me what's got you like this?" "Nothing mum!" "I'm sorry to have to do this Danni but since I can't get an honest answer from you I'll do something that hurts us both." Monica produces Danni's cell phone and holds it up. "You forgot to lock your phone before you handed it over to Ms Holiday!" Danni's fair cheeks go scarlet as she raises a hand to her mouth and smothers a gasp. "Mum you didn't?" "I'm not proud of doing it Danni but a text came in as I was sitting in my car. I opened it almost on reflex and you must have a very good idea of what I found. If you're upset about me knowing then be glad it wasn't your teacher that checked your phone and found what I found. Look love I saw what's been going on with you and Jenny and who I guess is Jenny's mother. Is that why you've been so nervous and tense recently? Did this Rita pressure you into this? Is that what's been wrong all this time?" What Monica hears next shows her just how wrong her conclusions were. Danni's fingers are clenched. One set knotted in her silvery hair and the other clamped onto a scatter cushion. "Force me? God no mum! It's been fantastic. I've been all wound up worrying about what it would do to you if you found out I was gay. I thought you'd never be the same with me once you knew." For long moments Monica sits stunned and with her mind spinning before she pulls her daughter to her to hug her very hard. "Oh my lord love you couldn't be more wrong. Relax and listen to what I'm going to tell you because every word is true. Monica hooks an arm around her daughter while combing the fingers of her free hand through her own blond locks. "You think I wouldn't understand you being gay? Now you're going to have trouble believing or maybe understanding me love. Would you credit that when your mum was your age I had a girlfriend, girlfriends actually, and from then on I've always gone with girls and women. I'm a lesbian just like you Danni!" Danni stiffens and her eyes go wide at her mother's words. She starts to speak, stammers into silence, and then finally gets her words out. "But mum you had me! I mean how did you have me if you've always been gay?" "Being gay doesn't mean you don't want children Danni. I wanted a child and I loved you to bits from the day you were born. How did I get pregnant? Well you're old enough to understand how people have kids. A good friend of mine was the donor and you were the outcome." "Mum why on earth didn't you ever tell me?" Genuine laughter is a great healer and Monica's is real and hearty. Once her chortles subside she nuzzles her daughter's neck and still suffers occasional giggles. "Well Danni would you believe that I was worried that if I told you things wouldn't ever be the same between us just like you thought too?" Now the giggles hit Danni and the relief is thick in the air between mother and daughter. Danni leans against her mother and sighs deeply. Her firm little left breast is resting against Monica's bigger but just as firm right one. After being washed with relief Monica now feels those stirrings of desire once more. Though things are now out in the open Monica is just as unable to reveal her feelings about her daughter. Then fate and Danni solve her problem. "Mum?" Her voice is muffled against Monica's breasts but sounds a little hesitant and uncertain. "What is it love?" "Mum there's something I need to know. You've looked at all my photos on my phone?" "Well most of them love! What about it?" "Mum there's me and Jenny with Rita but you must have seen the pictures of Jenny licking her mum's pussy. Jenny and Rita are so into each other as well as me but how do you feel about it?" "Do you mean do I think it's wrong Danni?" No words just a sharp nod of her daughter's head follows her question. "Well what do you think about it Danni? Didn't you like it or did it seem good?" "OMG mum it was so exciting but you still haven't said what you think." Monica's mind tells her this is now or never and she takes the risk. "See how you feel about this Danni!" Tightening her arms around her daughter she draws her close to kiss her slowly and deeply on the lips. The girl's reaction is not that of a shocked and inexperienced child. Danni's arms hook around her mother's neck to draw her closer and she returns the kiss with skill and passion. Tongues meet and wrap around each other and warm saliva is swapped. Monica is astounded at the excitement that roars through her body. Her nipples are hot and swollen and her cheeks flushed as her dreams become reality. Monica slides a hand under Danni's skirt and up the smooth skin of her thigh. At the junction of the girl's thighs the thin cloth of her briefs are already warm and damp with passion. Danni frees a hand to cup her mother's breast and feels the long thick nipple through the thin cloth of blouse and bra. "I want this Danni do you?" "Oh God yes please!" Monica stands so fast she almost topples her daughter off the sofa and onto the carpet. Grabbing Danni's hand she tows her to her feet and together they scramble out of the lounge and up the stairs to hurtle into Monica's bedroom. It seems like a race to see whether mother or daughter can be the first to be naked. Their clothes are tossed aside to all corners of the room and Monica wins the race to sprawl naked on her bed and watch her daughter shed her last garments. "Come here darling! Believe it or not I've been dreaming of this for so long." When Danni's rounded body joins her on the bed they tangle together, touching, teasing, caressing, and rousing each other madly. The last coherent thought Monica has is that she needn't hold back. This isn't the seduction of a nervous virgin having her first lesbian sex, this girl, her daughter, enjoys the full spectrum of gay sex. Monica slides a hand up the silk smooth flesh of her daughter's thigh till her fingers encounter the swell of her vulva and the slick lips of her vagina. Danni moans with pleasure and lunges to nip at her mother's neck and at the same time seize a full breast to tweak a hard nipple to even greater hardness. Rubbing her daughter's moist crease Monica rolls the panting girl onto her back atop the counterpane and takes one of her nipples into her mouth. Sucking on a hard teat she uses her tongue on it and finally bites down just hard enough to have Danni groaning out loud. Quitting the glistening nipple she kisses her way down her daughter's flat belly towards the junction of her thighs. Slipping her arms under Danni's thighs Monica focuses on the wet pink crease that presents itself before her. Her nostrils flare as she inhales the heady scent of an aroused girl's sex waiting to be caressed, touched, and satisfied. At the first touch of Monica's tongue on Danni's pink wet flesh the girl shudders and a deep groan escapes her lips. Lazily drawing her tongue tip up and down the perfect crease has the girl shifting her hips as her belly ripples from barely suppressed excitement. Cradling her daughter's hips Monica plants a series of heated kisses on a slit that is now seeping a thin trickle of creamy juice. Peeking from its prepuce is the hard nub of Danni's clit and when Monica switches her tongue to it Danni unleashes a hoarse shriek and bucks like a wild thing. Lips plastered to trembling wet labia Monica alternates between driving her stiffened tongue deep inside her daughter's sex and flicking at a now bloated clit that has elongated and is now free of its sheath. When her daughter climaxes Monica can barely hold onto the howling wildcat that is her ecstatic child. Danni's orgasm continues so long her mother is amazed; but not amazed enough to remove her lips and tongue from her writhing daughter. At last, Danni spent and moaning, Monica lifts her juice smeared face to smile at her panting daughter. "Well baby was it worth waiting for? Was it as good as your girlfriend and her mother? Is your mother a good enough lover for you?" Danni sucks in a deep breath of air and from somewhere finds the strength to rear up; only to fall back onto a tumbled mound of pillows. "Oh my God mum you're incredible. That was the best ever!" Then a sly smile crosses Danni's face that soon transforms into a wicked grin. "So now you get to learn how good I am at going down on a pussy mumsy! If I'm not doing things right you can teach me how I'm going wrong can't you?" Monica needs no words as she grabs a spare pillow to tuck under her rounded buttocks and sprawls back to spread her thighs wide. Her plump sex is dripping wet and her short but thick clit stands erect. Danni wriggles between those thighs as her mother lays back to feel warm breath on her throbbing pussy. Danni begins with a series of butterfly soft kisses that dance over puffy labia and slick dark pink flesh. Monica seems to be humming from deep at the back of her throat as fire dances over her pulsating sex. Soon her daughter's tongue is ferreting around the pleats and folds of her cramping pussy and her labia and Monica has taken each of her swollen nipples between thumb and forefinger to twist and tug on them. Her arousal continues to soar ever higher as she gasps out a brief sentence. "Use your fingers Danni; put your fingers inside me!" At first tentatively and then with growing confidence Danni obeys her mother's demands. With two fingers sliding into her Monica grits her teeth and thrusts up her hips. She moans out one word. "More"! When a third finger joins its companions Monica locks her vaginal muscles onto them and issues further instructions. "Use your fingers. Eat me. Make me cum hard!" Danni plasters her mouth to wet quaking flesh and her fingers pump smoothly in and out as her tongue and lips leave fiery trails on her mother's sex. For all her long experience of lesbian loving Monica cannot hold back. Her entire body convulses madly as her insanely powerful climax blows her away like a sexual tidal wave. An entire series of blazing orgasms blast through her, one after another, as she yells out meaningless shouts and the occasional string of obscenities. She returns to sanity, her heart pounding in her breast, and the occasional hot pulse of aftermath pleasure crackling around her sopping wet sex. She surprises herself by having the strength to haul Danni atop of her. "It seems like you don't need any teaching baby! I'd say you passed your exam with flying colours!" For a while woman and girl lay tangled together in companionable silence but soon the fires begin to burn high again. Monica finds she cannot restrain herself nor use any sweet and sugary words about what she wants next. Rolling close to Danni she whispers in her ear, not that a whisper is needed, but it just seems appropriate. "I want more and I'm sure you do too baby. I want to fuck your pussy with mine. Are you up for it baby?" Somewhere, lurking at the back of her mind, Monica briefly wonders, far too late now, if taking her daughter as a lover could be wrong. Her question is answered by her own raging desires and the wild lust she sees in Danni's eyes. Danni's words only confirm things! "God yes please! Whatever you do that feels this good is cool with me!" Monica splays her thighs and positions herself above her daughter. She lowers herself, taking as much of her weight as she can off Danni, and then presses her wet and cramping pussy down on Danni's crease. Digging her toes into the now rumpled bedding, and resting on the palms of her hands, she grinds her slick sex against her daughter's and the fires blaze up wildly. The sounds of the bedroom are the creaking of the bed in time to the thrusts of Monica's hips, the gasps and moans from both mother and daughter, and the wet slapping noise as their sexes collide and rub together. Danni wraps her legs and thighs around Monica and claws at the woman's back as they both rocket towards their climaxes. They peak at precisely the same moment and their twin howls of delight echo around the dimly lit room. Locked together mother rides daughter like a wild thing as Danni pushes herself up to meet Monica's pounding strokes. Their orgasms fire off in a sequence of incredibly powerful sexual explosions. When both go still and they lay locked together, thighs streaked with their mingled juices, Danni shudders and lunges to nip at her mother's neck. Her lips move to Monica's ear. "Now I want to fuck your pussy mummy!" Now totally abandoned to pure lust Monica spreads her thighs and raises one leg into the air. "Get atop me and do it baby!" With the incredible energy and resilience of the young Danni rises, forks her thighs around her mother's, and then lowers herself till their sexes press together. Holding her mother's smooth muscled calve and thigh in her hands she circles her hips like a smoothly oiled machine to slide her wet pussy over her mother's soaking slit. Monica lets a hoarse howl escape her gritted teeth and through her mind flashes the thought that she's never been so insatiable in her life. Her entire being is focused on her sex and her daughter's wild gyrations on top of her. Gazing up at her daughter Monica is stunned by the insane abandonment she sees as Danni, only the whites of her eyes showing, fucks her like she's never been fucked before in her life by any of the women she's known. They cross the finishing line together in a massive writhing orgasm that leaves them both shaking and twitching and their minds a blank apart from their twin electric flashes of ecstasy. Her heart hammering in her breast Monica pulls her daughter down against her tender breasts with their swollen nipples. "It must be genetic! It has to be in the genes! You have to be the best and wildest lover I've ever had." Danni, slumped across her mother, licks at a rock hard nipple and then murmurs around that tender teat. "Are we done then?" "Do you want us to be done love?" "Jeeze no mum I think I can go one more time at least." "So what do you want me, no us I mean, to do then?" The reply follows a wicked smile and then feigned shyness from Monica's young tigress. "Do you use toys with your girlfriends mum? I'd like you to play with me with whatever you've got hidden away." Monica props herself up on an elbow and gives her daughter a long slyly cool look. "So you never found my stash of toys then? I'll bet you looked hard enough though. I think I can manage one more time around too and I've got the perfect toy for us. I'll be right back honey so don't go anywhere will you?" The only reply she gets is that look of scorn that only a pre teen girl can deliver to perfection. Monica sways out of the bedroom giving Danni the benefit of her glorious round buttocks with their twin dimples. When she returns in short order she's carrying one of her favourite toys. She's carrying a twenty inch double ended dong in a deep blue rubber. Danni's eyes go wide at the sight of it. "Jeeze mum I want us to have that! Rita's got some stuff but we've never used one of those." Monica can feel the lust rising yet again despite their repeated couplings. She instructs Danni in what she wants her to do. "Spread your thighs and lie back facing me then leave the rest to me. I haven't brought any lube because we're both so wet already. If this feels too much for you tell me and I'll stop. Just tell me and I'll stop do you hear me?" Danni just shakes her head in complete denial. Kneeling Monica begins to ease the big cock helmet into her daughter's perfect pink crease. As it slowly enters her Danni shudders and her belly ripples with wild excitement. "Oh jeeze yes! That feels so good mum. Put more in!" When Monica has pushed home all she thinks Danni can take she slides the other head home into her own pussy, and then wriggles forward closer to her daughter, who catches on and in turn moves forward herself. Grasping her daughter's thigh she drives forward to both fuck Danni and fuck herself. When Danni does the same both woman and girl lose control yet again in an eruption of mad desire. Humping insanely they flex their thighs again and again as the thick dong drives deeply into both of them. On and on they go till no human being could hold back any longer. Their simultaneous climaxes are so powerful Monica's vision goes red and Danni lies twitching as if in the throes of a fit. Monica groans as she forces herself half up right to slide the dong out of her tender pussy and then does the same service for her daughter. Danni with heavy lidded eyes smiles up at her mother. "I think I'm done mum. I want to keep cumming but you've worn me out!" Monica takes the end of the dong into her mouth to suck off her daughter's thick cream and then offers her end for Danni to lick clean. "We've got plenty of time for fun now baby. Next time I'll bring out my strap-on. I'll bet you can fuck me like nobody ever has with that toy! Danni honey I've been thinking things over now and I really think you should invite not just Jenny over but her mother Rita. Now we know we've got so much in common the fun can be four way if you like the idea and I figure Jenny and Rita will too. Oh and by the way after meeting your teacher Andrea Holliday I got some strong vibes from her so I intend to check her out soon." Monica flops down on a pillow alongside Danni to grin at the ceiling. "What would you think about your mum fucking your teacher then baby? Maybe you could take some extra lessons from Andrea too?" The only answer Monica gets is a muffled giggle from her daughter before they both tumble into a deep sleep.