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Temptation and Aftermath (CougarGirl and CindyHarrison)

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Sandra came out of her bedroom door and turned to her left. As she walked towards the stairs, daylight shone from the open door of her daughter’s bedroom. Sandra sighed, knowing what was waiting inside. She had tried not looking, but that hadn’t work. April would call out to her to attract her attention or speak to her to entice her inside. And she would find what she always found, what she had found ever since her daughter’s body had been to develop. She’d find her naked or clad in some skimpy underwear that barely concealed anything at all.

This constant display had caused endless trouble with Sandra’s husband, until she threw him out for showing too much interest in a teenage girl, with various lovers who couldn’t keep their eyes and sometimes hands off April, and with a succession of shocked relatives of either sex. Sandra should have been used to it by now, but she wasn’t, for reasons that she found difficult to fathom. The sight of her daughter’s body was unsettling and the thoughts it led to were, well, disturbing.

It was a good body. Large breasts, nice broad hips, strong arms and thighs, tight ass, soft white skin. Just like many 19 year olds. It wasn’t the body itself that had its effect on Sandra, though; it was the way April used it. The casual nakedness, the ease that she obviously felt with herself, the pleasure she seemed to get from tormenting her mother.

Sandra had tried to avoid her recently, sensing that something was brewing, bubbling up inside Sandra, something that she knew she couldn’t control once it was unleashed. She strode forward, her eyes fixed on the stairs, determined for once not to be diverted.
 
April wasn't merely a flirt, she was a tease and quite good at it. Her parents paid little attention to her during her formative years and now that her body had developed, she was determined to make them pay. All the women in her family developed early and April was no exception, already wearing size 34 bras by the time she was 16. Now at 19, she had blossomed even more.
Her father was an easy target. The blonde vixen began prancing around the house in only her underwear, knowing the effect it had on the male libido. One evening when her mother was out, she went to their bedroom wearing bra and panties.

"Damn dad," she said smiling...."did you turn the thermostat up? it's hot in here...."
With that, she peeled off her panties and unsnapped her bra, her more than ample tits spilling out.
"That's better," she sighed.
Her father by now had been teased one time too many and was determined to do something about it. He grabbed her by the arm, dragged her onto the bed and leaped on top of her. Only her mother arriving just in time prevented him from breeding the 19 year old nymph.
In less time it took to tell about it, daddy dearest was forced to leave, a divorce quickly following. Maybe at first April thought mommy was taking her side, that daddy was a closet perv and her darling daughter was sweet and innocent.

But April wasn't sweet nor innocent. One down, one to go....time to set her sights on mom.
She began to play the same games, walking around the house in her underwear but now she increased the ammunition, buying expensive bras with sheer cups and plenty of lace. Her dark nipples literally poked through the see through fabric as she strutted around the house, her matching panties just as sheer, her pussy plainly showing through......
She decided t up the anty and began parading around totally nude. Sooner or later she knew her mother would give in....
 
As Sandra strode towards her daughter’s bedroom door, her resolve changed. She had intended to walk past, paying her daughter no heed, not even glancing in to see what state of undress she was in today. But with each step, she became more determined that today would be the day when April’s behaviour was resolved. So it was that, when she reached the door, she turned sharply and marched in before April had a chance to say or do anything.

‘April,’ she snapped, ‘don’t you think it is time you grew up.’ Her eyes were fixed on her daughter’s face. She couldn’t tell what she was wearing, even whether she was wearing anything at all. ‘You’re 19 now and it’s time you started acting your age. You are far too old to play this role of the teenager coming to terms with her own sexuality. You’ve ruined my marriage by tempting your father, you’ve destroyed every relationship I’ve had since by competing with me for the guys’ attention, and most of our relatives avoid visiting us anymore.’ She paused for breath and to try, without success, to gauge her daughter’s reaction. She plundered on.

‘I don’t know what game you’re playing with me now, but it has to stop, right now, do you understand me? I’m your mother, not someone you can just use for your own personal amusement. You’re not a child anymore, April. You’re a grown woman just like me and its time we both settled into an adult relationship.’
 
April was laying on her belly on the bed, laptop open and chatting with her friend on Facebook. When she heard her mother come in she got up----and was totally naked, her size 36 tits upright and firm with tan arreolas...she had just a thin narrow landing strip of brown fur just above her slit, her sparkling blue eyes and blonde hair giving her an almost Elfish look.

"MOM!," she exclaimed, one hand behind her closing the laptop. "at least knock first....I could've had someone in here with me..."

She sat on the side of her bed politely listening to everything her mother was saying. Finally it was her turn to speak up.

"Fucking with Dad's head---and his cock---wasn't much of a challenge...like most guys that don't get enough at home, they start thinking with their dicks instead of their heads...if you put out for Daddy enough he probably wouldn't have tried to have sex with me. It wasn't my fault that he thought I was sexy.....besides, he sure had a good size cock....didn't he?"
April continued to take advantage that she was on the offensive.
"as for me stealing guys from you.....hey, if you can't keep 'em satisfied, why shouldn't I try?"

The manipulative blonde nymph spread her legs and slipped a finger inside her cunt in full view of her mother...
 
Sandra had no intention of being provoked by her daughter. Taunting her about not keeping men and about her father’s cock were just the sort of bitchy remarks she had learned to expect from other women who wanted to try to hurt her. At her age, she had become immune to that sort of spiteful remark. But the sight of her daughter wanking in front of her was not something she had expected.

She knew April probably masturbated herself off. Didn’t all women do that? All her friends did and talked about their fantasies on girls nights out. Sandra had done that when she was a teenager and sometimes since. But not in front of someone else, and certainly not in front of her mother. But worse than that, worse than seeing her daughter putting on a performance – because she was sure that was what it was, just a performance, designed to provoke, and not a genuine act of pleasuring herself – was the effect it had on her.

It was not until now that Sandra realised what it was that she found disturbing, what had unsettled her recently. It was the feelings that were now flooding her. Flooding her mind and, yes she could feel it just standing her next to her daughter’s bed, flooding her cunt as well. It took massive self-control not to lie down next to April and finger-fuck herself off in unison. Sandra had never been gay, never felt even the slightest inclination in that direction.

In the end, Sandra took take it no longer. She stepped forwarded, grabbed April’s hand and pulled it away from her crotch. As the hand flew up towards her, she could see her daughter’s juices glistening on her skin and even smell their scent. She inhaled deeply, and almost pulled her finger up to lick it dry. But in the end, she just let it fall.

‘Please, April,’ her voice trembling as she struggled to control her emotions and feelings, ‘you are too old to go in for this sort of performance. Why not take life seriously, just for once?’
 
April giggled as she stood up....she could sense an uneasiness in her mother's voice, a subtle sign that her seduction was working. She went over to the window, the evening sun casting a glow, making an aura around the outline of her body.

"sex is just a natural thing," the voluptuous blonde said in a soft, almost whisper of a tone. "and I'm all about nature..."
She strutted over to her dresser, brought out a 10 inch rabbit vibrator, spread her legs slightly and slipped it inside her cunt, slowly passing it in and out.....
"As for me being too old," she continued, her eyes locked on her mother...."I'm 19, and performing is what I do best..."

April fucked herself until she came....she let out a loud moan, her legs trembled and drops of her nectar fell to the floor.
 
Sandra stood transfixed at her daughter’s performance. She should have walked out, her brain told her that that was the sensible thing to do, despite having committed herself to seeing this through today. There would be no loss of face, because April did not know what her mother had intended when she walked into the room. But whatever her brain was telling her, however loudly it screamed at her to get out while she could, that there was trouble that she couldn’t imagine just ahead, her body wouldn’t let her leave.

From where she stood, Sandra couldn’t see herself in a mirror, but she was sure she was blushing. Her chest was tight, thighs were clenched tight as if she were trying to stop her juices running down her legs, and she could feel her nipples trying to force their way through the fine lace of her bra. The sight of the 10 inches of vibrator reminded her of her husband’s dick forcing its way inside her for the first time, not that he was 10 inches, nothing like it. The rhythm of April’s arm reminded her of that glorious sustained hammering he had given her on that first night of their honeymoon.

She hadn’t planned what to do. If she had thought about it, she would have had no notion of how to cope with this situation, which had in a few minutes escalated beyond anything that she had encountered in her life, let alone in her daughter’s behaviour. It must have been instinct that made her act as she did, but where that instinct had come from she had no idea.

Both women stood, a few feet apart, in silence now that April’s moans had subsided. It was as though both knew something would happen, but neither knew what it would be, or who would act first. In the end, it was Sandra who moved. She rushed at her daughter, grabbed her by her tits and shook them, shaking her, and tossing her from side to side until she swayed across the room and fell onto the bed, her legs spread, her sodden pussy displayed. Sandra released her and slowly began to remove her clothes.
 
April had no intention of following through any of this to a conclusion. She was doing, as she put it, what she did best.
Seducing her father was easy, his downfall being like most men, he thought with the wrong head.
Women, in particular her mother, were different. Sure, they got aroused, some as easily as men, but they were more of a challenge....women tended to use their brain and to use their bodies often to get what they wanted.

April was, in the short time span of 19 years, fairly good at it. She continued to taunt her mother, turning so that the evening rays through the window casted an aura over her body, her nectar glistening as she continued to masturbate.
After a while she finished, slightly panting, knowing her antics were having an effect on the woman. She had no intention of having sex with her, April was merely teasing and taunting her, assuming in due time her mother would bet too frustrated at what she was seeing and decide not to go into the girl's bedroom and bother her again. April was bisexual and already had her share of female partners, but her mother?....no way.

But suddenly her whole world changed. Her mother looked at her in a way April had never seen before, making the girl nervous for the first time in her life. Suddenly mommie lunged at her, grabbing her tits and shaking them.

"MOM!....WHAT ARE YOU DOING!....LET ME GO....!!!"

Her mother roughly pushed her onto her back on the bed, forcing the girl's legs apart. April's eyes popped wide open in shock. It wasn't supposed to happen like this!!!
She looked up, too frozen to move and stared in disbelief as her mother stripped in front her.

"no Mom," she begged....."please...."
 
Something had snapped in Sandra. Was it just that she had finally reached the end of being able to put up with her daughter’s behaviour? Or was it that some feelings that had lain dormant within her had finally broken the surface? She ddin’t know and right now she didn’t care.

One thing she did notice, though, as she unzipped her dress and let it fall around her feet, was the change in her daughter. She had lost that cocky, knowing attitude. Sandra could almost smell her fear as she lay on her back, staring in amazement at her mother. Both women knew that in that instant their relationship had changed and would never be the same again. But how? Even Sandra wasn’t sure about that. In fact, she wasn’t even sure of what she was doing.

Sandra’s body couldn’t match her daughter’s. no way could the out of condition body of a 40 something who had given birth compete with the firm and flawless flesh of a 19 year old. But she had maturity and experience that April did not have. She wondered how April was reacting at the sight of her mother in a red lace thong and ¼ cup bra, clothing that she wore to please herself and made sure her daughter never saw.

Unsure whether to strip, she kicked her dress aside and, finally deciding that she had no reason to be ashamed in front of her daughter, she released the catch on her bra, letting her tits swing free. Her daughter’s eyes followed them in astonishment, but that was nothing compared to her expression when he mother eased the thong over her hips and stood legs astride to display a thin landing strip and dangling labia.

Before April could react, Sandra dropped to her knees between her daughter’s legs, pushed her thighs wide, and lowered her mouth over her pussy.
 
The voluptuous blonde could have gotten off the bed and ran but she was transfixed at the sight of the woman above her.
April had her share of female partners but this was different....this was her MOTHER!!

"M--mom," she stammered...."what are you DOING?"
The woman had by now taken off her dress, revealing a sexy whisp of a bra and thong panties. The thought of her own mother even having these things, leave alone actually wearing them made her think of her mother in a whole new way, but this way was uncomfortable.
She had to admit though....beside the slight cellulite that a woman her mother's age was expected to have, she did have an impressive set of tits.....momentarily gazing down at the woman's clit, a voice inside her head was yelling, 'don't look at that!!'

By the time April decided this peep show was over it was too late. Before she had a chance to bolt off the bed, her mother.....her MOTHER.....had forced her legs apart and was in a kneeling posimmmmtion, holding her firm and licking and sucking on April's pussy....
"m-m-m-mom.....what are you doing?," she stammered....."wha.....'mmmmmmmmm......'
 
Sandra ignored April’s cries and moans. She was eating her daughter out, not for love or affection, but to take her revenge for what she had endured from her for years. This was going to establish a new relationship, one in which power shifted back where it rightly belonged, with the mother, not with her child.

She didn’t care whether April was getting any pleasure. All that mattered to Sandra now was for her daughter to understand who was in charge. This was a demonstration of what she could affect for the future. All April seemed to understand was sex, so sex would have to be the instrument by which her mother controlled her.

At first, Sandra just licked and sucked at April’s pussy, but when her daughter began to moan, she changed to biting and chewing at the slimy labia. Time for April to understand that this was about control. She paused briefly to gulp in air, tasting the tang of her daughter’s cunt in her throat and the smell of the juices that coated her face. Sinking back, she grabbed at her daughters’ tits, pulling hard and twisting viciously at her nipples. To her surprise, she found an itch developing between her own thighs.
 
April thrashed and wriggled around, trying to if not escape, at least pull her cunt away from her mother.
HER MOTHER!!!!
"Mom, please....please stop!," she begged. It wasn't as if it didn't feel good---she spent many times in that same position as well as being the lucky recipient, but this time it was different. The woman between her forced open thighs wasn't one of her late teen, early 20's sex partners.....it was her own flesh and blood.
April did her best not to become aroused. She knew that during a unwanted sexual encounter, it wasn't uncommon for the victim to become aroused against their will. As the woman licked and sucked, she felt her wetness slowly increase.

But suddenly pleasure became pain as the woman bit and chewed. April felt her teeth actually bite into her sensitive flesh.

"OOOOW!," she yelled...."IT HURTS!....STOP!!!"
 
April’s howls and pleas just excited her mother all the more. If they were intended to get her to stop, they had the opposite effect. All April got was a brief respite while Sandra snapped at her.

‘April, why don’t you just shut the fuck up? Can’t you see I’m busy? From now on you are going to do as you are told and right now you’re being told to stop complaining. OK?’

Without waiting for a reply, her mother ducked down to her fanny and took her labia in one vicious bite, snapping her teeth hard on the tender flesh. One hand returned to torturing April’s nipples, while the other wandered down her own body, stroking her tits on the way to the soggy flesh of her own pussy. She imagined her own mouth working its way around where her fingers were now probing and stroking. Before long, she was fucking her daughter and herself in a rhythm that became faster as it became harder.

Sandra no longer cared about her daughter, whether she was getting pleasure or pain, whether she was enjoying what was happening or hating being dominated for probably the first time in her life. This was now about Sandra and her pleasure and her satisfaction, something she had been missing for so long. She had never dreamt that all her frustrations would be released like this, but they were and she knew that this was going to be just the first of many, many times.

She shifted her head to position her mouth so that her tongue could now penetrate her daughter’s cunt. She teased only briefly before pushing her way inside.
 
April stopped complaining almost immediately, shocked at the agressiveness and dominating tone of her mother's voice....this was a side of her that her daughter had never encountered before. Up until now, it had always been April that did the manipulating. Was her mother always like this, or did she bring out this long hidden side somehow?
April screamed as her mother bit into her tender flesh....she felt teeth penetrate her pussy lips enough to draw blood...with her lips already beginning to be engorged with blood from the suprising arousal, the pain was incredible.

April stared with suprise ....her mother was masturbating!
Suddenly she felt a warm wet tongue curled and entering her cunt. Before long she found herself being tongue fucked....
 
Sandra pulled her head away from her daughter’s pussy and stood in front of her, with legs astride and her fingers working hard inside her. She laughed at the look on April’s face. It was so easy to read that it made Sandra realise that, despite her worldly attitude and sexually provocative manner, April had little experience of real sex.

‘What the matter, dear? Am I embarrassing you? Having you seen a real woman wanking before? I’m not talking about posing while you play with your little machine, I’m talking about giving myself a thorough shagging, like your father used to give me before he got himself between your legs.’

She pulled her fingers out of her cunt and licked them dry.

‘That’s better, I can get more friction now.’

She thrust all four fingers back inside her, tilting her pelvis to give her daughter a good view of the slim running down her thighs, and pulling and twisting her nipples. Her hair was plastered to her forehead now and she was breathing so deeply she had to pant out what she was saying.

‘This is one thing I learned from losing my husband to my daughter and then my lovers too, looking after myself is actually a lot better than having some arrogant bastard who thinks I’m going to cum at the sight of his cock.’

She rubbed more vigorously, thrusting her hips and ramming her fingers home.

‘You’ve got a lot to learn, my little darling, and your mother is going to teach you what it means to be a sexual toy, her sexual toy. Just lie back and enjoy the show.’
 
April laid there transfixed, eyes glued to the sight before her....she had watched her friends tease her, masturbating in front her but this was different....this was HER OWN MOTHER!
She stared with wide eyes as the woman fingered herself, showing her pussy in perfect detail as she slipped fingers into her wanton cunt and thrusted them in and out.
In a way, April was glad her mother was doing all this to herself and not to her, but she knew her own time would be coming soon.
But.....she couldn't keep her eyes off of her mother, the way her tits jiggled as she swayed back and forth, the moaning, the panting that were signs of a orgasm about to explode.

Sandra's movement began to have an effect on the young girl....as she watched her mother's performance, she felt her own pussy becoming wet and wetter. Finally it happened....as she stared up at her mother, April slid a hand down and began to finger herself....
 
Sandra was so preoccupied with herself that she didn’t at first notice what her daughter was doing. As soon as she did, she broke off, pulled her daughter’s hand away from her crotch and delivered a stinging back slap across her face.

‘Stop that,’ she snapped, pulling April’s head up by her hair, ‘stop it this instant and don’t ever let me catch you pleasuring yourself again. If you pleasure anyone, it will be. If I ever decide to let you have any pleasure for yourself, I will tell you.’

And with that Sandra returned to her own pleasure, pulling April’s head up by her hair so that her face was staring into her mother’s crotch.

Her eyes closed as she approach orgasm and pulled April closer so she could smell her mother’s juices that were oozing over her fingers and down her thighs, as she rubbed herself furiously.
 
Even though it was her own mother, April felt it was so much of a waste for a woman to cum and not be licked clean and swallowed....Mother wouldn't let her play with herself but that didn't mean she forbid her daughter to service HER, did she?

The young nymph tried to push back the knowledge of exactly who she was about to service.
"Please mom," she begged....."Don't let that nectar go to waste....."
With that, she brought up her head, her mother's sex juice acting as a erotic drug. She inhaled the musky aroma as she began to lick and suck, coaxing out as much of the fluid as she could.....
 
Sandra pushed her daughter’s face away. How dare she interrupt her first decent orgasm since, well since when?, since April had got her father by the balls and enticed him into her bed, since Sandra had gone to bed one night and smelt her daughter’s perfume on her pillow, since she had come home early and caught them fucking on the sofa. And how long ago was that? A long time, far too long, and now the bitch was getting in her way. She shoved her roughly back onto the bed, as she clenched her cunt muscles as tight as she could around her fingers, and bucked her hips faster and faster.

Until, yes, at last, ohhh yeeesssss, it was cumming, cumming, yes come on come on, yeesss like an express train, one of those old steam trains, huffing and puffing, with steam billowing out the stack, as the wheels spun frantically for grip and pushed the train faster and faster, rocking on its tracks.

And then, at last, at long last, at long fucking last, at long too long with no fucking last, yyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssssssssssss.

Her chest was too tight to breathe, she felt giddy, lightheaded, barely away of the spasms racking her belly, of her fingers that seemed trapped in her cunt. her chest heaving, she opened her eyes and looked down on April, lying spread eagled on her bed.

‘Suck me now,’ you bitch, ‘she screamed as loud as she could, ‘drink me, eat me, fuck me’

She climbed astride her daughter’s shoulders and sank her pussy onto her mouth.
 
April had lovers older than herself, some almost twice her age, but this time it was her own mother......and to make matters even more confusing, not only was Sandra calling the shots but April found herself actually submitting!
The young nymph was ALWAYS the agressor, the domme....what was it about the woman she was having sex with that made Sandra so easy to submit to? was it something maternal, the fact that it was her own mother or was it something darker....was there something about this that was bringing out the long held back submissive side of her?

As the woman positioned herself over her daughter's face, lowering her pussy down over the girl's nose and mouth, April smelled the wetness.....the way her mother was twitching, she could tell her mother was just about to cum. April curled her tongue into a mini cock and thrusted it inside, fucking her with it.....
Everything about this was wrong but it felt so right.......
 
Cocks. They’d dominated her life up to now. She’d thought she couldn’t cum without a cock pumping her, not properly anyway, not screaming, shaking, shouting, not leaving her drained and exhausted. But now she knew she’d been wrong. She’d always been under control, her husband’s control, her lover’s control. But this was different now, because she was in control.

‘Go,’ Sandra pressed herself hard down on her daughter’s face, face fuck me, finger fuck me, tongue fuck me.’

Her hands roamed over her body, feeling her own flesh quiver under the touch of her fingers, feeling the pain as her nails dug into her nipples and pulled them hard, twisting and torturing them. Then her hands began seeking out the most private of her special places, the ones she had never let any man know about even when their fingers strayed close by. Her hands clasped her buttocks, her fingers sneaking into her crack.

And all the while her moans grew deeper and became groans and her body began to tremble.
 
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