Mummy teaches her (“14yo”) daughter to suck Daddy’s cock…
Mummy held Daddy’s penis at the base while I stared at it, my mouth hanging open. It looked huge, like a thick, vein-covered club of meat that didn’t belong in our living room. She wasn’t looking at me; she was focused on the way the foreskin slid back and forth, as she moved her had up and down. “Now sweetheart, look closely,” she said, her voice sounding different than it did when she was telling me to brush my teeth. “This is how we make Daddy feel good. It’s a secret for just the three of us.”
She bent forward and wrapped her lips around the head of it, she sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing out, as she formed a vacuum. She didn’t just hold it; she used her tongue to swirl around the rim, making a wet, slapping sound that filled the quiet of the room. I watched her eyes flutter shut, her hand still gripping the base, pumping in time with her mouth. She looked at me for a second, her lips glistening with a thick string of saliva, and she gestured for me to come closer.
“Your turn, baby,” she whispered, her voice husky and wet. She guided my head forward, her hand on the back of my neck, pushing me toward Daddy’s willie. As my face got closer, I could see the skin stretching, the purple veins throbbing under the surface. I felt a strange, fluttering heat in my stomach as she pressed me right up against the head of it.
Mummy didn’t let go; she kept her grip tight on the base, holding it steady for me. “Open wide, just like I did,” she commanded. I obeyed, parting my lips and feeling the warmth radiating off it. When the tip finally touched my tongue, it felt slick and tasted salty. I hesitated for a second, but then she pushed my head forward, forcing the head of Daddy’s thing past my lips. “Suck it, sweetheart. Use your tongue.”
I tried to copy her, wrapping my mouth around the thick head and pulling back. The skin was smooth but tight, and as I sucked, I could feel the girth filling my cheeks. A low, guttural groan escaped Daddy’s throat, and his hips gave a small, involuntary jerk. The sound made my heart race. Mummy smiled, her eyes gleaming with a strange kind of pride as she watched me struggle to fit the the head in my mouth. “That’s it, baby. Just like that,” she murmured, her hand tightening on my neck, guiding the rhythm.
“You’re a big girl now, and you need to learn how to please a man,” Mummy whispered, her voice vibrating against my ear. She didn’t just guide me; she started pushing my head back and forth, forcing the thick, throbbing shaft to slide in and out of my mouth. Every time she pushed me forward, I felt the head of it hit the back of my tongue, triggering a gag reflex that only seemed to make Daddy groan louder. He reached down, his fingers tangling in my hair, adding his own pressure to the rhythm Mummy was setting.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” Mummy whispered, her voice dropping to a low, hungry purr. She didn’t stop the rhythm; instead, she leaned in and began to lick Daddy’s balls, her tongue flicking against his skin while I continued to work my mouth on the shaft. “Let’s swap, sweetheart. I’ll show you how to take it deep.” She didn’t wait for me to pull away; she gripped my chin and slid my face off the cock, replacing herself instantly. The transition was seamless, the wet heat of her mouth taking over where mine had been.
Daddy’s breathing became a series of ragged, heavy pants. He arched his back against the sofa, his head lolling back as Mummy took him deep, her throat working in a rhythmic, swallowing motion. She didn’t just suck; she used her hand to massage the base, her fingers digging into the skin to push as much of the shaft as possible into her mouth. The sound was a constant, wet, squelching noise of saliva and suction.
Mummy pulled back just enough to look at me, she let the head pop out of her mouth with a loud, wet *pop*, a thick string of spit connecting her lip to the glistening tip. She reached out, grabbing my hand and guiding my small fingers to the underside of the shaft, showing me how to squeeze and slide up toward the head. “Feel that? It’s getting harder because you’re such a good helper.”
She didn’t let me just watch for long. She shifted her weight, sliding her body up so she was hovering over me, her breasts brushing against my shoulders. “Now, both of us,” she whispered. She leaned down, her mouth returning to the base, while she pushed my face back onto the head. We worked in tandem, our mouths sliding over Daddy’s skin in a wet, overlapping rhythm.
While my lips were locked around the head, Mummy reached down and grabbed my hand. She didn’t just guide me; she clamped my small palm around the middle of the shaft, forcing my fingers to wrap tight. “Squeeze it, baby. Harder,” she commanded. I gripped the hot, pulsing meat as tight as I could, sliding my hand up and down in a fast, frantic motion while I continued to suck the head, my tongue swirling around the rim of the glans.
Daddy’s breath was coming in short, desperate hitches now. He didn’t just groan; he let out a sharp, guttural shout that vibrated through my skull. His hips started to thrust forward, driving the cock deeper into my mouth, forcing the head to smash against the back of my throat, making me gag. The more I gagged, the more he seemed to lose control, his fingers digging painfully into my scalp to hold me in place.
Mummy didn’t tell me to stop. Instead, she let out a low, encouraging moan and shifted her position, to lick Daddy’ balls. She looked up at Daddy, her eyes glazed and hungry. “He’s almost there, baby,” she whispered, her voice dripping with heat. “Suck it harder. Don’t let him stop. He’s going to shoot his Daddy juice into your mouth.” I didn’t really know what that meant, but I did what she told me. I squeezed the shaft as hard as I could and sucked the head with everything I had, feeling Daddy’s penis pulse against my tongue.
“Swallow it all, sweetheart. Don’t let a single drop go to waste,” Mummy whispered, her voice a sharp command. As soon as the words left her lips, Daddy’s body stiffened into a rigid board. He let out a choked, guttural scream, his hips lunging forward one last time, burying the head of his cock actually into mt throat. I felt a sudden, violent series of hot, thick bursts hitting the back of my throat, the liquid tasting salty and metallic. It kept coming, a pulsing flood that choked, as my eyes watered and my nose flared.
Mummy didn’t let me pull me away. She kept her hand clamped on the back of my head, holding me there while the eruptions continued, forcing me to swallow the warm, viscous fluid. She watched with an intensity that felt predatory, her tongue still flicking against his balls, cleaning up the stray drips. “Good girl,” she murmured, “take it all for Daddy.” I gulped hard, the thick cream sliding down my throat in heavy, clumsy swallows, while Daddy’s shaft continued to throb and twitch inside my mouth.
As the tension left his body, the cock began to soften, losing its rigid strength and becoming a supple, heavy weight against my tongue. Mummy didn’t stop the lesson; she commanded me to keep sucking, to use my lips to draw out every last bit of heat from the shrinking meat. While I focused on the shrinking shaft, Mummy moved behind me, her hands spreading my bum cheeks wide. I felt her warm breath hit my skin, and then the sudden, wet shock of her licking my bum hole, her tongue probing deep and insistent.
“Does that feel nice , sweetheart? “Mummy whispered, her voice muffled against my skin. Her tongue pushed inside me, a wet, intrusive muscle that made my legs shake. I couldn’t answer because my mouth was still full of Daddy’s softening cock. She kept probing my bum hole hungrily, while her hands gripped my hips, pulling me backward to give her better access.
As she continued to eat my bum, Mummy’s fingers wandered forward, slipping between my legs. She found my tiny button and began to flick it with her nail, a sharp, electric buzzing that shot straight to my belly. She wasn’t gentle; she pinched the little nub and rolled it firmly. The sensation was overwhelming—the heat of Mummy’s toungue in my bottom and the raw, pulsing friction between my thighs—leaving me breathless and shivering.
Daddy let out a long, satisfied sigh, , but he didn’t pull away. He reached down, his large hand guiding my head to stay locked onto his softening shaft. Mummy’s tongue didn’t stop its frantic exploration of my backside; she massaged my little fanny with her other hand, her fingers slick with my juices. “Look at her, honey,” Mummy whispered. “See how much she loves it? Our little girl is becoming such a good little helper.”
The friction on my nub became a fast, rhythmic drumming. A sudden, sharp tension coiled in my lower stomach. I tried to pull back, but Mummy’s grip on my hips was iron, pinning me against the sofa. The feeling grew until it was all I could focus on. Then, everything snapped. A white-hot jolt exploded from my center, radiating outward in waves that made my legs jerk violently. I couldn’t scream with Daddy’s slowly hardening cock in my mouth, so I just made a muffled, desperate whimpering sound. Little points of light danced behind my eyelids as my muscles clamped tight, pulsing in a series of rhythmic, uncontrollable spasms that left me shaking.
“Did my little girl have her first time?” Mummy whispered, her voice sounding thick and satisfied. She didn’t pull her hand away; instead, she kept her fingers grinding into my swollen nub, making me moan around Daddy’s penis. Daddy’s hand tightened in my hair, pulling my head back so he could see my glazed eyes. He looked down at me, a smirk on his face, and his cock began to stir and harden again, pulsing against my tongue as he felt my body shaking from the aftershocks.
“Get her arse ready for me, honey,” Daddy grunted, his voice returning to its usual commanding tone. Mummy didn’t need to be told twice. She reached for a small, clear bottle on the side table and squeezed a generous amount of thick, clear lubricant onto her fingertips. The smell of the lube was chemical and sweet, filling the air as she smeared it across my bum hole, her fingers slick and cold against my heated skin. She didn’t just apply it; she began to work her finger inside, pushing a single digit deep into my tight channel, stretching the muscle with slow, deliberate pressure.
“Muuuuummy, it’s too big,” I whimpered, the sound muffled as I finally let go of Daddy’s shaft. Mummy didn’t listen, ” I have to stretch you out, sweetheart, or Daddy will hurt you.” She added a massive dollop of the slick gel to her fingertip and plunged a second finger inside, twisting them to force my walls open. The lube was cold yet it made my bum hole burn. She started pumping her fingers in a fast, wet rhythm, the sound of the lubricant squelching loudly in the quiet room.
The pain was a sharp, hot tear that made me arch my back and cry out. I tried to wiggle away, but Mummy’s hand clamped onto my hip like a vice, pinning me flat against the cushions. “Shhh, just relax your little muscles,” she whispered, though she didn’t stop. She pushed deeper, her knuckles rubbing against my outer skin as she carved a path for Daddy, ignoring my tears.
Suddenly, she pulled her fingers out with a loud, wet *schlop* and reached for the coffee table. She grabbed the heavy, black massage gun—the one Daddy used for his sore shoulders. “You’re still too tense, baby,” she murmured, a wicked glint in her eyes. She clicked the trigger, and the device emitted a low, aggressive hum. Before I could even gasp, she pressed the rubber head of the gun directly against my swollen nub, the high-frequency vibrations making on my ultra sensitive bits scream.
The intensity was violent. My whole body locked up, my back arching into a bridge, I couldn’t even think; I could only feel the electric buzzing shredding my nerves, forcing me into a state of mindless, shaking pleasure. “Hold it against yourself, baby,” Mummy commanded, her voice cutting through the haze. As she guided my hands to press the vibrating head harder into my cliterous.
While the machine roared, Mummy reached around and shoved two fingers back into my lubricated bum, pushing them deep inside with a sudden, forceful thrust. The combination of the high-speed vibration on my front and the blunt, stretching pressure in my rear made my vision blur. She didn’t just hold them there; she began to work my bottom open in a slow, circular motion, her fingers hooking against my inner walls to stretch the muscle wide. It felt very different now with the massage gun humming through my body—less raw and more like a full, aching pressure.
Daddy’s penis was fully rigid again, a throbbing pillar of heat that filled my mouth. The massage gun was still screaming against my button, the vibrations turning my brain into a static blur of white noise and pleasure. Mummy let out a sharp, guttural laugh and suddenly yanked her fingers out of my backside with a wet, suctioning sound. “I think she’s ready for you now, honey,” she whispered. She grabbed my waist and shoved my chest down into the sofa cushions and hoisting my hips high in the air.
I was pinned on all fours, my face buried in the fabric, my rear pointed toward the ceiling like an offering. Mummy didn’t stop the machine; she leaned over me, pressing the humming head of the massage gun deep into the crease of my thighs, pinning it against me with a relentless, buzzing pressure. I could feel the vibrations rattling through my entire pelvic bone. Then came the shock of Daddy’s head—thick, hot, and slick with lube—pressing hard against my stretched opening. He didn’t just plunge in; he pushed with a slow, agonizing patience, the blunt tip of his cock grinding against the tight ring of my muscle.
I let out a sharp, muffled cry into the cushion as he applied a steady, heavy pressure. The feeling was overwhelming, a massive, stretching fullness that made my insides feel like they were being pried open. “Just breathe, baby, just a little more,” Mummy whispered, her hand rubbing my lower back in a slow circle while the other kept the vibration screaming against my nub. He paused for a second, letting me adjust, and then gave a slow, deliberate nudge. With a wet, slick slide the head finally breached the sphincter, popping through the tight barrier and sliding an inch deep into my bum.
The sensation was an intense, searing heat that filled me up completely. I could feel the thick, ridged head of his cock resting against my inner wall, pulsing with a life of its own. Daddy didn’t rush; he stayed right there, letting the muscle quiver and stretch around the girth of the head. He let out a low, shaking breath, his hands gripping my hips so hard his fingers left marks. “She so fuckung tight,” he grunted, his voice thick with effort. “Relax for Daddy, baby. Just let it slide in.”
Mummy leaned over, her chest pressing against my back, her voice a soothing, honeyed contrast to the raw pressure in my rear. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart. Just a little bit more,” she whispered, her tongue tracing the shell of my ear. “You’re a big girl now. Let Daddy in.” Daddy began to rock his hips in a slow, agonizingly patient rhythm. Each tiny nudge pushed the blunt, slick head of his cock deeper against the ring of my muscle, teasing the opening. He waited for the contraction to fade, letting my body adjust to the sheer girth of him before pushing just a fraction of an inch further.
As he continued to grind against me, Mummy didn’t let up with the massage gun. She pressed the vibrating head hard against my swollen nub, pinning it there with a relentless, shaking force. The vibration tore through me, colliding with the heavy, stretching fullness in my backside. The tension began to coil in my stomach, tighter and more urgent than before. My breaths became short, desperate hitches as the electric buzzing of the machine merged with the hot pressure of Daddy in my bum.
Daddy’s head was fully inside me now, but he didn’t stop. He gave one sudden, slow powerful thrust that drove the thick shaft deep into my gut, the impact knocking the air out of my lungs in a sharp gasp. He pushed himself deeper in until his heavy, balls rested against my slit. “Fuck, she’s taken my whole length,” he groaned, his voice a low rumble. He stayed there for a moment, pinning me flat against the cushions, the sheer mass of him filling me up so completely that it felt like I was being split open.
I was trapped between two poles of pleasure—the raw, stretching fullness of Daddy’s penis in my bum and the electric, buzzing torture of the machine on my front. The tension in my lower belly grew into a hard, aching knot that refused to break.
Daddy started to move, but it wasn’t fast; he was methodical, pulling back with an agonizing slowness. He retreated inch by inch, the thick, ridged head of his cock dragging against my sensitive inner walls, until he was almost completely out. Just as he reached the exit, he’d slowly slide back in, pushing the entire length of himself home in one singular, slow motion. It felt indescribable, the sensation of every single vein and ridge sliding across my stretched muscle, filling me up until his heavy balls touched aching slit with a gentle wet, slap.
The massage gun was still screaming against my nub, the vibrations fusing with the slow, heavy rhythm of Daddy’s thrusts. The tension in my stomach didn’t just snap; it shattered. I felt a sudden, violent explosion of pleasure, but instead of fading, the peak just… stayed. It was a rolling, eternal wave of white-hot electricity that wouldn’t let go. Every single throb of my walls around his shaft acted like a trigger, restarting the orgasm over and over again, locking me in a state of permanent, shaking climax.
“Fuck, she milking me. Her little hole is like a vacuum,” Daddy groaned, his voice a ragged snarl as he slighlty increased the pace. He was being gentle but also chasing this own peak, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more rhythmic. Mummy shifted her weight, sliding her hand beneath my belly to pull my hips even higher, arching my spine so Daddy could drive even deeper into my gut.
“Fuck her, I want to see you really fuck her little hole,” Mummy breathed, her voice now a desperate, needy rasp. She reached out and grabbed Daddy’s hand, guiding his fingers to pinch her breasts, as she fingered her own soaking slit. Daddy stopped the slow torture and suddenly accelerated, his thrusts becoming shorter and more violent. The friction started to burn again as his pace increased, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room with a wet, rhythmic slapping noise that drowned out the humming of the massage gun.
Mummy was practically vibrating with excitement, her eyes wide and glazed as she leaned in to watch the point of impact. She reached down and spread my cheeks wider, her fingers digging into the flesh to expose the same sight she was obsessing over: the thick, purple shaft of Daddy’s cock disappearing and reappearing in my stretched, glistening hole. “Look at it, baby! Look how it just swallows you!” she shrieked, her voice peaking in a high-pitched moan. She began to rub herself frantically, her breath coming in jagged gasps as she watched the raw, animalistic rhythm of Daddy’s hips hammering into my backside.
“Cum in her, honey! Fill her up!” Mummy screamed, her voice breaking as she reached her own peak, her fingers working in a blur against her soaking folds. She leaned down, her breasts swaying and slapping against my back with every heavy thrust Daddy delivered. The massage gun was still pinned to my nub, the vibrations turning my brain into a soup of white noise and raw electricity. Daddy’s pace became frantic, his breaths coming in guttural, animal grunts as he hammered into my gut, my bumhole was on fire, as he drove himself into me with everything he had.
He suddenly grabbed my waist with a bruising grip, pulling me back against him so hard there was no space left between us. He let out a roar, his entire body locking up in a rigid, shaking spasm. I felt the first violent burst of his seed hit my inner wall, a hot, thick jet that felt like molten lead pumping into my bowels. He didn’t pull out; he stayed buried deep, his cock pulsing in rhythmic, powerful throbs that pushed wave after wave of hot cream into my stretched-open hole.
Mummy’s scream was a guttural, raw sound that ripped through the room. As she watched Daddy fill me up, her own body gave way to a violent, shuddering climax. “Yes! Fill her up, honey! Put it all inside our little slut!” she shrieked, her voice dripping with filth. She was shaking uncontrollably, her fingers digging into her own soaking wet slit as she hammered herself into a peak, her eyes rolled back in her head as she watched her husband fucking their child. “Look at her taking it… look at her, the little slut loves being filled by Daddy’s big cock,” she moaned, her voice desperate.
Daddy didn’t move for a long minute, his chest heaving against my back as he basked in the afterglow of his release. He stayed buried deep, his heart thumping like a drum against my spine. Then, with a low, satisfied grunt, he began to pull out. He didn’t do it quickly; he retreated with a slow, agonizing drag, the ridged head of his cock sliding across my sensitive inner walls one last time. As the tip finally breached the sphincter, there was a loud, wet *schlop* sound, and a thick, pearlescent stream of his seed leaked out of my open hole, trailing down my thigh in a hot, sticky ribbon.
Mummy immediately leaned in, her eyes wide and hungry as she stared at the mess. She didn’t use a towel; she reached down and ran her finger through the cream pooling at my entrance, swirling it around before bringing her finger to her own mouth to taste it. “So much,” she whispered, her voice still raspy from her scream. She grabbed the massage gun and finally clicked it off, the sudden silence in the room feeling heavier than the noise had been. She pushed me over onto my side, her hands guiding my legs wide apart so she could see the damage—my little hole was a stretched, gaping ring of pink muscle, twitching and leaking Daddy’s mess.
She didn’t just let it drip. Mummy lowered her head, her tongue flicking out to lap up the thick, pearlescent seed from my bum. She sucked the remaining fluid out of my rear with a series of loud, wet slurps, her cheeks hollowing out as she vacuumed every last drop of Daddy’s load from inside me. It felt so weird, the pressure of her mouth against my hole, pulling the warmth out of my gut while I lay there shaking and exposed.
Once she had cleaned me out, she didn’t swallow it. She sat back on her heels, her mouth full of the salty, viscous cream. She open her mouth to show it to Daddy, a thick, pearlescent glob clinging to her tongue.
“Look at all this, honey,” she whispered, her voice wet. She reached over and held my chin, forcing my mouth wide open. With a slow, deliberate movement, she let the thick, collected glob of Daddy’s seed slide from her tongue directly into my open mouth. It was warm and heavy, coating my tongue in a salty, metallic film. “Swallow it all, sweetheart,” she commanded, her eyes gleaming. “Every bit of Daddy’s mess belongs inside you.” I reluctantly gulped, the viscous fluid sliding down my throat in a clumsy, thick swallow.
But the lesson wasn’t over. Daddy’s cock, though softer now, was still glistening and streaked with a mixture of lube, my bum juices, and his own leaking seed. Mummy guided my head back toward the shaft, while she positioned herself right beside me. Together, we cleaned him with our mouths, our lips overlapping on the purple skin. It became a sloppy, wet competition, our tongues fighting for space as we swirled around the flared head. We were kissing through him, our mouths meeting and parting around the girth, swapping mouthfuls of saliva and salt in a frantic, glistening blur.
“Look at you two,” Daddy groaned, his voice returning to a low, possessive rumble. “My two little pets, fighting over Daddy’s cock.” .
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