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WEDDED BLISS- Chapter II
When I got home from work, exhausted- I had been forced to stay an extra four hours, fixing other people's mistakes as usual- all I had on my mind was a little supper and a long sleep. But that changed instantly when I saw my wife's note on the dining-room table;
"Dear Lee;
Take a quick shower and then come to bed. We're waiting for you.
Love, Amy"
Lying atop the page was a long, soft, white feather.
It had been only a week since my naughty wife Amelia and her divorcee mother, Joan, had taken me by surprise with a dual tickle-torture session- first Amy had tied me down and tickled me until I was crazy with arousal; then she had left the room, only for my sexy, middle-aged, MILF mother-in-law to come into our bedroom and take over, first giving me the blow job of a lifetime, then tickling me to the brink of insanity. And just when I thought I couldn't stand another second, Amy had joined in, expertly tickling my feet while Joan tortured my aching cock and balls. At long last they explained the reason for their wicked scheme- Joan had revealed her secret crush on me, and Amy- my sweet, sexy, adventurous red-head Amy- had agreed to share me with her mother. My wife had enjoyed watching Joan fuck me so much that she came just from watching us. And it had been hinted as we cuddled afterwards that I would soon get to tickle Joan, in revenge for the torment she had inflicted on me....
Since that night Joan had shared our king-size bed and every night had been a threesome, with me enjoying both my wife and mother-in-law going down on me simultaneously, licking my cock from both sides like a popsickle, eating both their tasty pussies, fucking mother and daughter in turn, my cock deep inside one while the other lovingly stroked my body and caressed my balls... but I had not yet had my promised experience of seeing Joan tied down, helpless, and at my mercy to be tickled wherever I wanted, until she begged me to fuck her, just as I had begged her for my orgasmic release. It looked like tonight was going to be the night.
Taking the feather with me, I headed for the bathroom, stripping my clothes off as I went. As I passed the half-open bedroom door, I heard murmuring and warm feminine sighs from within. I nearly went in then and there, but then I recalled what a sweaty mess I was and continued to the shower. A few minuted later, refreshed and more than ready, my penis standing erect in anticipation, I opened the bedroom door.
The room was lit with an even dozen candles. Amy's nude, tan body glowed in their light as she knelt at the foot of the bed... and on the bed, tied spread-eagle to the bedposts, her head and shoulders supported by soft pillows, just where I had been a few nights before, completely helpless and sexier than I had ever imagined... my mother-in-law, Joan, her flawless pale skin shining in contrast to her dark auburn hair, her dark pink nipples and her swollen red clitoris....
Joan's brown eyes were closed in ecstasy, as she sighed and moaned in response to Amy's skilled hands as my wife caressed her mother's firm body. Amy was gently massaging and stroking the inside of Joan's thighs, sweeping from her knees up to her crotch, stopping tantalizingly short of touching her wet pussy, then teasingly brushing through her neatly trimmed landing strip of dark reddish-brown pubic hair. Joan had clearly been suffering this treatment for some time now- every time Amy's fingers drew near to her loins, Joan thrust her hips forward, trying to make her daughter touch her pussy and clit, moaning aloud in her arousal, not even aware that I had come into the room. She was as horny as I had ever seen a woman. Clearly she was suffering for a good cum. My cock throbbed, ready and eager to give her what she wanted, as I climbed into bed with them.
Amy, aware that I was a complete novice at orgasm denial and tickle-torture (at least from the perspective of the torturer), knew that I would like to give in and ball her mom right away, giving Joan the relief she craved. Instead, Amelia gently grabbed my pulsating cock, lovingly kissed its swollen head, and, still teasing around her mother's pussy with one hand, guided me to Joan's mouth with the other. Joan's moist lips parted instinctively to receive my cock, her eyes opening in pleased surprise. As Joan lovingly sucked on my shaft, I ran my right hand through her short auburn hair; as she used her tongue to tenderly tease my sensitive glans, my left hand slipped down of its own accord to caress and stroke her left breast, feeling her firm curves, my thumb brushing over her erect pink nipple, making her moan around my cock. Amy had begun lightly tickling her mom's thighs, ass, and mound, making her giggle between moans, turning me on as much as it had when I had been the one getting tickle-tortured (impossible though that seemed). As Joan's arousal increased, so did mine; the more she sucked and licked, the harder I got, until my hips were involuntarily thrusting forward, fucking Joan's mouth. She responded wholeheartedly, wrapping her tongue around my cockhead, insistently licking and sucking, moaning between her ticklish giggles. Then our eyes met and she nodded lovingly, giving me permission to cum in her mouth. That broke the dam and I came in a flood of hot semen, which Joan swallowed eagerly, her lips and tongue working to get every drop until my cock was drained.
I collapsed on the bed beside Joan, temporarily exhausted, while Amy French-kissed her, tasting my cum from her mother's tongue. "Mmmmm," Joan moaned against Amy's mouth, "sweetie, maybe we'd better call this off, I'm not sure I can handle it. I'm getting too horny like this...I don't think I could stand it if you started tickling me again...."
While seductively stroking her mom's right breast with her left hand, Amelia began slowly wiggling the long, slender fingers of her right hand at the tender inside of Joan's left elbow, along the soft underside of her stretched bicep, towards her smooth, sexy, utterly defenseless underarm. "Mom," she whispered sweetly, "there's no way you can escape. Just lay back and enjoy it while Lee and I tickle you crazy. You know the longer we tease you, the more we make you suffer and beg, the more we drive you insane with lust... the better it will be when you finally get to cum...." Joan was already quivering more and more the closer Amy's wicked fingers came to her armpit, trying to cringe away from her daughter's dancing fingertips....and my cock was throbbing and aching again just hearing my wife's teasing words, the same words she had told me a hundred times.... but this time it was sexy Joan who was helplessly tied to the bed, and I was going to help tease and torment her every ticklish spot. I decided to start with her beautiful feet and those long, sexy toes.... I laid down at Joan's feet as Amy's evil fingers finally danced their way into Joan's ticklish armpit, provoking peals of girlish, musical laughter.
As I laid between Joan's feet, gazing at them longingly, I felt the exact same mixture of love and lust that I had experienced the first time Amy had taken me into her bed. There were so many things I wanted to do, it was hard to choose where to start. I wanted to rub my cock against the soles of Joan's feet, I wanted to cum between them as I sucked her toes... but I got a grip on myself again. There would be other times for that. Tonight the game was tickling Joan until she was desperate to cum, and by the sounds she was making as Amy tormented her underarms she was already halfway there. Sucking me off had gotten her ultra-horny, and Amelia had denied her relief. Now it was time for me to join in.
My hands trembled with lust as I brought them near Joan's gorgeous right foot, aching to caress her long toes and high, smooth arches. Her soft, helpless foot was already twitching and quivering sympathetically as Amy tickled her mom's upper body. Slowly, I brought the fingers of my left hand to the top of her foot and brushed gently across the top, just above her toes, and was rewarded with a squeal of laughter. Grinning, I brushed across the top of the toes themselves, making Joan squeal and giggle even louder. I started fluttering my fingertips along the tops of her toes, sending Joan into shrieks of laughter. She started begging in the midst of her laughing. "Lee-hee-hee-heee! Plee-hee-heese! Not the-he-here!! It ti-hi-hickles too-hoo much!! No-ho-ho-hoo!!! Plee-hee-heee-heeeese!!!!!! Not my fee-hee-heeet!!!!!!"
I was entranced by Joan's reaction to just the slightest touch of my fingertips atop her toes. I wiggled my fingers along the top of her toes to her red-painted nails, over and over, watching them helplessly squirm at the lightest tickle, feeling my cock throb in time to her wriggling toes. Was this how Amy felt as she tickled me? No wonder she was so merciless! This was a power without comparison... and having been on the receiving end so many times, knowing how my tickling touches were not only teasing Joan, but also sending impulses of lust through her nervous system, terminating at her wet pussy and throbbing clit, as evident from the deepening tone of her laughter, her moans now interspersed between the giggles... and all from just one hand on her toes....
I brought my other hand slowly to her heel, where I started lightly wiggling my fingertips over her soft, pink, pedicured flesh. Joan's laughter redoubled as she helplessly squirmed her foot, trying to escape the terrible tickling sensations as I moved slowly along the outside edge of her foot (still teasing the top of her toes)- until I reached the ball of her foot, where I lightly scratched, just the way she had tickled me. Joan screamed aloud, trying to jerk away- but her daughter had tied her too tightly, and her foot could no more escape my tickling touch than she could jump to the moon. I grinned broadly, obsessed, as I tickled and tickled Joan's sexy foot, now tickling both above and below her toes, making her giggle like a teenager. Amy had stopped tickling her mother, and was watching me, enchanted at my first experience as a tickler (and enchanted as well by my engorged cock and contracted balls).
I tickled, teased, and tormented Joan's long toes for what seemed like hours, lingering over each one, before letting my fingers dance down to her smooth arch... and as I tickled, I was inspired by the memory of Amy blowing my mind by sucking my toes as she also tickle-tortured me. It had been as erotic as getting ten blow jobs, all without her touching my cock, and so it had also been ten times as frustrating. I wondered if it would have the same effect on Joan. Beginning with her little toe, I sucked as if each precious toe were a clitoris all its own, as slowly and sensually as I knew how, running my tongue softly around and under it, sucking first soft and then hard, licking fast and slow as I tickled the rest of her foot. Joan moaned ecstatically in the midst of her ticklish laughter, on the edge of orgasm as I made love to her foot as if to her wet ****. My cock was ready to explode. Amy- sweet Amy, who was as horny at this point as either Joan or me- chose this moment to gently take my cock into her wet lips, lovingly fondling my balls as she sucked and licked me just the way I did her mom's toes, until I came in a series of spasms, each more delicious than the first, moaning my satisfaction around Joan's wet toes.
But this left poor Joanie hornier than ever, yet still unsatisfied, as I moved to her left foot and gave it the same treatment, while Amy took over tickling and sucking the right. Soon Joan was begging her daughter and me to put her out of her misery and make her cum, promising to do anything we wanted if we would only have pity on her. Amy and I exchanged devious looks and slowly started tickling our way up Joan's legs to her tummy, where we gently pinched and tickled around her sweet navel as Amy offered her a deal.
"OK, Mom," Amelia began, tickling Joan's ribs. "If we make you cum now, like you want, then you agree that we get to tickle you twice as long afterwards, and get you even hornier than you are right now. Deal?"
"Ye-he-hes!!" Joan laughed. "Anyth-hi-hing!" she giggled, as I tickled her armpit and up to the side of her firm left breast.
Amy reversed positions and knelt over her mother's face, then lowered her head to her Joan's hot **** and began softly flicking her tongue through the wet folds of Joan's labia. Joan's giggles immediately turned to moans as she thrust her hips upward, trying to drive her clit into her daughter's mouth... but Amy just kept teasingly licking, coming closer and closer to Joan's hot button but refusing to give her the relief she craved. I pitched in by gently tickling, stroking and caressing Joan's firm breast and erect nipple with one hand, whiile with the other I massaged my wife's round, sexy ass, letting one finger slide in between her cheeks to lightly tease and tickle her pink pucker... then slipping down to Amy's wet pussy. As I played with Joanie's nipple, I slid two fingers deep into my wife, whose moans of pleasure vibrated through Joan's pussy, causing her to gasp and beg in frustration. I rhythmically massaged Amy's ****; my index finger found her erect clit and started lightly stroking and tickling it, making her hips grind up and down in pleasure. Joan, meanwhile, was begging aloud, frantic with arousal, as Amy teasingly licked all around her aching clitoris, but refused to give in and use her tongue directly on it.
After just a few minutes of handwork, Amy came, gasping and crying aloud with release. The sounds of her daughter's pleasure only made Joan more desperate, though. My mother-in-law's body started shaking under Amy, and she began weeping in frustration as Amelia still cruelly teased her for another minute; but when Amy gave in and started lovingly sucking and licking her mother's erect, red, throbbing clit, Joan's tears became tears of joy, and one orgasm after another wracked her body. I lost count after the first five, especially when Amy lowered her pussy to Joan's mouth and Joanie started lovingly eating her daughter's wet ****. I couldn't help myself- I took my throbbing cock in hand and started jerking off. My wife sixty-nining with her mother- who looked young enough to be her sister- was the hottest thing I had ever seen or even imagined. They came at least five or six more times each as they ate each other, and I came twice just watching them.
Finally, Amy and I collapsed on either side of an exhausted and satisfied Joan, smiled lovingly at each other and shared a kiss- tasting her mom's pussy from my wife's lips making my cock throb and grow again. Then we glanced down at Joan's immobilized feet and smiled at each other again.
"Mom?" called Amy, reaching to the bedside table and its ever-ready supply of feathers. "Don't forget, we made a bargain... and now it's time for us to tickle you!!!"
TO BE CONTINUED.....!!!
When I got home from work, exhausted- I had been forced to stay an extra four hours, fixing other people's mistakes as usual- all I had on my mind was a little supper and a long sleep. But that changed instantly when I saw my wife's note on the dining-room table;
"Dear Lee;
Take a quick shower and then come to bed. We're waiting for you.
Love, Amy"
Lying atop the page was a long, soft, white feather.
It had been only a week since my naughty wife Amelia and her divorcee mother, Joan, had taken me by surprise with a dual tickle-torture session- first Amy had tied me down and tickled me until I was crazy with arousal; then she had left the room, only for my sexy, middle-aged, MILF mother-in-law to come into our bedroom and take over, first giving me the blow job of a lifetime, then tickling me to the brink of insanity. And just when I thought I couldn't stand another second, Amy had joined in, expertly tickling my feet while Joan tortured my aching cock and balls. At long last they explained the reason for their wicked scheme- Joan had revealed her secret crush on me, and Amy- my sweet, sexy, adventurous red-head Amy- had agreed to share me with her mother. My wife had enjoyed watching Joan fuck me so much that she came just from watching us. And it had been hinted as we cuddled afterwards that I would soon get to tickle Joan, in revenge for the torment she had inflicted on me....
Since that night Joan had shared our king-size bed and every night had been a threesome, with me enjoying both my wife and mother-in-law going down on me simultaneously, licking my cock from both sides like a popsickle, eating both their tasty pussies, fucking mother and daughter in turn, my cock deep inside one while the other lovingly stroked my body and caressed my balls... but I had not yet had my promised experience of seeing Joan tied down, helpless, and at my mercy to be tickled wherever I wanted, until she begged me to fuck her, just as I had begged her for my orgasmic release. It looked like tonight was going to be the night.
Taking the feather with me, I headed for the bathroom, stripping my clothes off as I went. As I passed the half-open bedroom door, I heard murmuring and warm feminine sighs from within. I nearly went in then and there, but then I recalled what a sweaty mess I was and continued to the shower. A few minuted later, refreshed and more than ready, my penis standing erect in anticipation, I opened the bedroom door.
The room was lit with an even dozen candles. Amy's nude, tan body glowed in their light as she knelt at the foot of the bed... and on the bed, tied spread-eagle to the bedposts, her head and shoulders supported by soft pillows, just where I had been a few nights before, completely helpless and sexier than I had ever imagined... my mother-in-law, Joan, her flawless pale skin shining in contrast to her dark auburn hair, her dark pink nipples and her swollen red clitoris....
Joan's brown eyes were closed in ecstasy, as she sighed and moaned in response to Amy's skilled hands as my wife caressed her mother's firm body. Amy was gently massaging and stroking the inside of Joan's thighs, sweeping from her knees up to her crotch, stopping tantalizingly short of touching her wet pussy, then teasingly brushing through her neatly trimmed landing strip of dark reddish-brown pubic hair. Joan had clearly been suffering this treatment for some time now- every time Amy's fingers drew near to her loins, Joan thrust her hips forward, trying to make her daughter touch her pussy and clit, moaning aloud in her arousal, not even aware that I had come into the room. She was as horny as I had ever seen a woman. Clearly she was suffering for a good cum. My cock throbbed, ready and eager to give her what she wanted, as I climbed into bed with them.
Amy, aware that I was a complete novice at orgasm denial and tickle-torture (at least from the perspective of the torturer), knew that I would like to give in and ball her mom right away, giving Joan the relief she craved. Instead, Amelia gently grabbed my pulsating cock, lovingly kissed its swollen head, and, still teasing around her mother's pussy with one hand, guided me to Joan's mouth with the other. Joan's moist lips parted instinctively to receive my cock, her eyes opening in pleased surprise. As Joan lovingly sucked on my shaft, I ran my right hand through her short auburn hair; as she used her tongue to tenderly tease my sensitive glans, my left hand slipped down of its own accord to caress and stroke her left breast, feeling her firm curves, my thumb brushing over her erect pink nipple, making her moan around my cock. Amy had begun lightly tickling her mom's thighs, ass, and mound, making her giggle between moans, turning me on as much as it had when I had been the one getting tickle-tortured (impossible though that seemed). As Joan's arousal increased, so did mine; the more she sucked and licked, the harder I got, until my hips were involuntarily thrusting forward, fucking Joan's mouth. She responded wholeheartedly, wrapping her tongue around my cockhead, insistently licking and sucking, moaning between her ticklish giggles. Then our eyes met and she nodded lovingly, giving me permission to cum in her mouth. That broke the dam and I came in a flood of hot semen, which Joan swallowed eagerly, her lips and tongue working to get every drop until my cock was drained.
I collapsed on the bed beside Joan, temporarily exhausted, while Amy French-kissed her, tasting my cum from her mother's tongue. "Mmmmm," Joan moaned against Amy's mouth, "sweetie, maybe we'd better call this off, I'm not sure I can handle it. I'm getting too horny like this...I don't think I could stand it if you started tickling me again...."
While seductively stroking her mom's right breast with her left hand, Amelia began slowly wiggling the long, slender fingers of her right hand at the tender inside of Joan's left elbow, along the soft underside of her stretched bicep, towards her smooth, sexy, utterly defenseless underarm. "Mom," she whispered sweetly, "there's no way you can escape. Just lay back and enjoy it while Lee and I tickle you crazy. You know the longer we tease you, the more we make you suffer and beg, the more we drive you insane with lust... the better it will be when you finally get to cum...." Joan was already quivering more and more the closer Amy's wicked fingers came to her armpit, trying to cringe away from her daughter's dancing fingertips....and my cock was throbbing and aching again just hearing my wife's teasing words, the same words she had told me a hundred times.... but this time it was sexy Joan who was helplessly tied to the bed, and I was going to help tease and torment her every ticklish spot. I decided to start with her beautiful feet and those long, sexy toes.... I laid down at Joan's feet as Amy's evil fingers finally danced their way into Joan's ticklish armpit, provoking peals of girlish, musical laughter.
As I laid between Joan's feet, gazing at them longingly, I felt the exact same mixture of love and lust that I had experienced the first time Amy had taken me into her bed. There were so many things I wanted to do, it was hard to choose where to start. I wanted to rub my cock against the soles of Joan's feet, I wanted to cum between them as I sucked her toes... but I got a grip on myself again. There would be other times for that. Tonight the game was tickling Joan until she was desperate to cum, and by the sounds she was making as Amy tormented her underarms she was already halfway there. Sucking me off had gotten her ultra-horny, and Amelia had denied her relief. Now it was time for me to join in.
My hands trembled with lust as I brought them near Joan's gorgeous right foot, aching to caress her long toes and high, smooth arches. Her soft, helpless foot was already twitching and quivering sympathetically as Amy tickled her mom's upper body. Slowly, I brought the fingers of my left hand to the top of her foot and brushed gently across the top, just above her toes, and was rewarded with a squeal of laughter. Grinning, I brushed across the top of the toes themselves, making Joan squeal and giggle even louder. I started fluttering my fingertips along the tops of her toes, sending Joan into shrieks of laughter. She started begging in the midst of her laughing. "Lee-hee-hee-heee! Plee-hee-heese! Not the-he-here!! It ti-hi-hickles too-hoo much!! No-ho-ho-hoo!!! Plee-hee-heee-heeeese!!!!!! Not my fee-hee-heeet!!!!!!"
I was entranced by Joan's reaction to just the slightest touch of my fingertips atop her toes. I wiggled my fingers along the top of her toes to her red-painted nails, over and over, watching them helplessly squirm at the lightest tickle, feeling my cock throb in time to her wriggling toes. Was this how Amy felt as she tickled me? No wonder she was so merciless! This was a power without comparison... and having been on the receiving end so many times, knowing how my tickling touches were not only teasing Joan, but also sending impulses of lust through her nervous system, terminating at her wet pussy and throbbing clit, as evident from the deepening tone of her laughter, her moans now interspersed between the giggles... and all from just one hand on her toes....
I brought my other hand slowly to her heel, where I started lightly wiggling my fingertips over her soft, pink, pedicured flesh. Joan's laughter redoubled as she helplessly squirmed her foot, trying to escape the terrible tickling sensations as I moved slowly along the outside edge of her foot (still teasing the top of her toes)- until I reached the ball of her foot, where I lightly scratched, just the way she had tickled me. Joan screamed aloud, trying to jerk away- but her daughter had tied her too tightly, and her foot could no more escape my tickling touch than she could jump to the moon. I grinned broadly, obsessed, as I tickled and tickled Joan's sexy foot, now tickling both above and below her toes, making her giggle like a teenager. Amy had stopped tickling her mother, and was watching me, enchanted at my first experience as a tickler (and enchanted as well by my engorged cock and contracted balls).
I tickled, teased, and tormented Joan's long toes for what seemed like hours, lingering over each one, before letting my fingers dance down to her smooth arch... and as I tickled, I was inspired by the memory of Amy blowing my mind by sucking my toes as she also tickle-tortured me. It had been as erotic as getting ten blow jobs, all without her touching my cock, and so it had also been ten times as frustrating. I wondered if it would have the same effect on Joan. Beginning with her little toe, I sucked as if each precious toe were a clitoris all its own, as slowly and sensually as I knew how, running my tongue softly around and under it, sucking first soft and then hard, licking fast and slow as I tickled the rest of her foot. Joan moaned ecstatically in the midst of her ticklish laughter, on the edge of orgasm as I made love to her foot as if to her wet ****. My cock was ready to explode. Amy- sweet Amy, who was as horny at this point as either Joan or me- chose this moment to gently take my cock into her wet lips, lovingly fondling my balls as she sucked and licked me just the way I did her mom's toes, until I came in a series of spasms, each more delicious than the first, moaning my satisfaction around Joan's wet toes.
But this left poor Joanie hornier than ever, yet still unsatisfied, as I moved to her left foot and gave it the same treatment, while Amy took over tickling and sucking the right. Soon Joan was begging her daughter and me to put her out of her misery and make her cum, promising to do anything we wanted if we would only have pity on her. Amy and I exchanged devious looks and slowly started tickling our way up Joan's legs to her tummy, where we gently pinched and tickled around her sweet navel as Amy offered her a deal.
"OK, Mom," Amelia began, tickling Joan's ribs. "If we make you cum now, like you want, then you agree that we get to tickle you twice as long afterwards, and get you even hornier than you are right now. Deal?"
"Ye-he-hes!!" Joan laughed. "Anyth-hi-hing!" she giggled, as I tickled her armpit and up to the side of her firm left breast.
Amy reversed positions and knelt over her mother's face, then lowered her head to her Joan's hot **** and began softly flicking her tongue through the wet folds of Joan's labia. Joan's giggles immediately turned to moans as she thrust her hips upward, trying to drive her clit into her daughter's mouth... but Amy just kept teasingly licking, coming closer and closer to Joan's hot button but refusing to give her the relief she craved. I pitched in by gently tickling, stroking and caressing Joan's firm breast and erect nipple with one hand, whiile with the other I massaged my wife's round, sexy ass, letting one finger slide in between her cheeks to lightly tease and tickle her pink pucker... then slipping down to Amy's wet pussy. As I played with Joanie's nipple, I slid two fingers deep into my wife, whose moans of pleasure vibrated through Joan's pussy, causing her to gasp and beg in frustration. I rhythmically massaged Amy's ****; my index finger found her erect clit and started lightly stroking and tickling it, making her hips grind up and down in pleasure. Joan, meanwhile, was begging aloud, frantic with arousal, as Amy teasingly licked all around her aching clitoris, but refused to give in and use her tongue directly on it.
After just a few minutes of handwork, Amy came, gasping and crying aloud with release. The sounds of her daughter's pleasure only made Joan more desperate, though. My mother-in-law's body started shaking under Amy, and she began weeping in frustration as Amelia still cruelly teased her for another minute; but when Amy gave in and started lovingly sucking and licking her mother's erect, red, throbbing clit, Joan's tears became tears of joy, and one orgasm after another wracked her body. I lost count after the first five, especially when Amy lowered her pussy to Joan's mouth and Joanie started lovingly eating her daughter's wet ****. I couldn't help myself- I took my throbbing cock in hand and started jerking off. My wife sixty-nining with her mother- who looked young enough to be her sister- was the hottest thing I had ever seen or even imagined. They came at least five or six more times each as they ate each other, and I came twice just watching them.
Finally, Amy and I collapsed on either side of an exhausted and satisfied Joan, smiled lovingly at each other and shared a kiss- tasting her mom's pussy from my wife's lips making my cock throb and grow again. Then we glanced down at Joan's immobilized feet and smiled at each other again.
"Mom?" called Amy, reaching to the bedside table and its ever-ready supply of feathers. "Don't forget, we made a bargain... and now it's time for us to tickle you!!!"
TO BE CONTINUED.....!!!
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