Chapter 21: Sleeping with MILF Daughter Duo

She was still impossibly tight, her freshly broken-in pussy fluttering around me like it couldn’t decide whether to fight or beg for more.

I bottomed out and just held there, letting her feel every throbbing inch.

“Fuck, Brittany,” I rasped against her mouth. “You’re gonna make me come again already.”

She moaned, hips rolling slow on instinct, grinding her clit against me.

“Do it,” she whispered, voice wrecked and needy. “Come inside me again… I want to feel it while Mom’s still in there…”

That did it.

I gripped her ass hard, thrust up once, twice, and lost it.

Rope after thick rope shot deep inside her, filling her up while her tight walls milked me dry. She cried out, pussy clamping down, another orgasm ripping through her just from feeling me unload. Her whole body shook, nails digging into my shoulders, legs locked around my waist like she never wanted me to leave.

I kept coming, longer than I thought possible, her eighteen-year-old body wringing every drop out of me.

When it finally stopped, we were both panting, sweaty, stuck together.

I kissed her slow, tasting the salt on her lips.

“Get on top,” I growled, voice rough. “I’m not done with you.”

She nodded fast, eyes glazed, and I rolled us so she was straddling me, my cock never leaving her dripping pussy.

She settled slow, taking me to the root again, a soft little cry slipping out when I bottomed out.

Then she started moving.

Slow, clumsy at first (she’d literally lost her virginity twenty minutes ago), but fuck, the way her tight pussy gripped me made up for every missed beat. She found a rhythm, grinding down in little circles, then lifting up and dropping back, tits bouncing, hair wild, lips parted in constant little moans.

“Like this?” she whimpered, looking down at me with those big innocent eyes even while she fucked herself on my cock.

“Exactly like that,” I groaned, hands on her hips, guiding her harder. “Ride me, baby. Use that tight little pussy.”

She leaned forward, tits in my face, and I sucked a nipple hard while she bounced faster, cream running down my shaft, dripping off my balls.

Every time she slammed down she let out this filthy, broken “ahhh,” like she couldn’t believe how deep I was.

I slapped her ass, watched it jiggle, then gripped her cheeks and spread her wide so I could feel myself sliding in and out.

“You’re creaming all over me,” I growled. “Look at you, fucking like you’ve been doing this for years.”

“I feel so full,” she sobbed, grinding harder, clit rubbing against me. “I’m gonna come again—”

“Do it,” I ordered, thrusting up to meet her. “Come all over the cock that just took your virginity.”

She shattered, screaming my name, pussy gushing, squirting down my stomach while she kept riding, hips jerking, tits bouncing wild.

I didn’t let her stop.

Grabbed her waist and fucked up into her hard, fast, relentless, until she was sobbing from overstimulation, coming again and again, body shaking, pussy leaking everywhere.

Only when she collapsed forward, face buried in my neck, did I slow down, holding her tight, cock still throbbing inside her.

We lay there tangled, skin sticky, chests still heaving from the last round. Brittany was sprawled on top of me, my cock still buried deep inside her dripping pussy, pulsing every few seconds like it refused to go soft. Her perfect young tits pressed against my chest, nipples hard, little whimpers slipping out every time her hips gave a lazy roll.

Man, her body was built for this. Tight waist, fat ass, heavy tits, all wrapped around my dick like she was made to take it.

Tiffany was still in the bathroom doing whatever the fuck, and here I was, balls-deep in her daughter, savoring every clench, every drop of cream leaking down my shaft.

I didn’t need rest. My cock was in heaven, swimming in eighteen-year-old pussy while her mom showered off my cum ten feet away.

We stayed just like that, her grinding slow, lazy circles even after we both came, juices dripping everywhere, soaking my balls, the sheets, everything. Wet, filthy, perfect.

Then the bathroom door opened.

Tiffany stepped out, towel loosely wrapped, hair damp, eyes flicking straight to where Brittany was still riding me slow.

She smirked, but there was heat in it, jealousy and arousal mixed.

“You two really couldn’t wait five minutes for me, huh?” she said, voice low and amused.

Brittany giggled, trying to sound cute, but her pussy clenched hard around me when she did it, giving me away.

“Sorry, Mom,” she breathed, hips still rolling, “he just… feels so good…”

Tiffany dropped the towel, climbed onto the bed naked, and lay beside us, one hand sliding up Brittany’s back.

We were all exhausted, sweaty, wrecked. Brittany stayed on top of me, my cock never leaving her, Tiffany curled into my side, leg thrown over both of us.

Then Brittany lifted her head, looked at her mom with those big innocent eyes, voice soft but serious.

“Mom… am I gonna get pregnant?”

Tiffany smiled slow, cupped her daughter’s cheek.

“Only if you want to, baby,” she whispered, thumb brushing Brittany’s lip.

Brittany bit her lip, looked down at me, then back at her mom, and grinned shy little.

I didn’t say shit. I knew Tiffany had Plan B stashed somewhere. Didn’t matter. The thought of breeding both mother and daughter, filling them up over and over until it took… fuck, that alone kept me rock-hard inside Brittany.

We shifted a few more times after that, slow, filthy, lazy rounds.

Finally, somewhere past 4 a.m., we collapsed in a sweaty, cum-soaked pile.

Brittany curled into one side, hand resting on my chest.

Tiffany on the other, leg thrown over mine, pussy still leaking against my thigh.

I passed out cold, didn’t even feel it happen.

Morning light hit my face.

I woke up between mother and daughter.

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