Mother Follows Daughter

"Go on then," she said, looking me directly in the eye. "What are you waiting for?"

With great care I applied a little pressure against her anus, and felt her ring part and allow my finger entry. Little by little I pushed it further in.

"Oh Jesus," she exclaimed. "You're in my arse and it feels good! Don't move it -- just leave it there while you fuck me."

I began slowly thrusting into her. She got back up to her knees, allowing me to see my cock pumping in and out of her open pussy. On each upstroke she was taking the full length of my shaft, up to the hilt, inside her, and with each stroke she voiced her pleasure: "Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck..."

With the sound of her ecstasy and the intensity of the feeling of fucking her, I knew it wasn't going to be long before I emptied my balls inside her, and it was clear that it wouldn't be long before I felt the waves of her orgasm on my cock either. She dug her fingernails into me, threatening to rip my nipples from my chest, her moans rising to a crescendo: "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"

"Oh FUCK!"

She leapt off my cock and finger as though she'd been shot.

And then I heard why.

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF GOD IS GOING ON HERE?!" It was the voice of a woman, a voice so posh that it seemed that its owner must shit diamonds.

I twisted round to see the owner of the voice. She was a woman in her late forties, with hair the same shade of auburn as Roj and wearing a long silk dressing gown.

"Mummy! What are you doing here?" exclaimed Roj as she covered her breasts with one arm and her pussy with the other. "I thought you were in Suffolk!"

"Your father was acting like a spoiled child again so I decided to come home," replied the woman who I now knew to be Lady Rogers Snr. "And what do I come home to? My daughter acting like a slut and using my house like some kind of knocking shop! Get to your room at once -- I'll deal with you later!"

"Oh for God's sake Mummy, I am an adult you know."

"Don't answer me back young lady!" This was a woman who was not used to being disobeyed. "This is my house and I won't have it being used like a brothel! Now go to your room like I asked!"

Roj looked at me, her cheeks bright red with anger, surprise and shame. "I'm sorry," she said, and with that she got up and ran from the room, hands still covering her modesty.

I then stood up, heart pounding in my chest from the sex and the shock, both hands covering my rapidly deflating cock.

"Please forgive me Madam," I stammered obsequiously. "I suppose I ought to be going."

I was half expecting the formidable woman in front of me to whip out a kitchen knife from beneath that dressing gown and set about my manhood with it.

"You stay right where you are, young man." The authority she projected was mesmerising: I felt compelled to obey. "You have some questions to answer before you're going anywhere."

She walked up to me and with one finger poked me in the chest, and I fell back on to the sofa. She towered above me, her red hair seeming almost aflame. She had her hands crossed beneath her breasts which had the effect of lifting them and revealing a most impressive cleavage. It was clear to see where Roj had inherited her beauty, although she was a nymph and her mother was 100% Amazon.

"So," she barked, "you think you can go around shagging innocent girls with impunity, do you?"

"I'm sorry," I whimpered like a naughty puppy, "I didn't realise we were doing anything wrong."

"When it's my daughter and in my house, then it most certainly is," she retorted. "Now: uncover your cock. I need to see if you might have damaged her."

"Madam!", I protested, "I assure you no damage was done!"

Her voice became more icy: "I'll be the judge of that. Now show me your cock before I call the police!"

Hollow though her threats certainly were, I could not help but do as she asked. I was as if hypnotised, and truth be told, was starting to be more than a little turned on by being told what to do by her, despite my vulnerable position. I lifted my hands away from my penis, which, though by now flaccid, was still swollen from its earlier exertions.

She stood for several seconds, staring at my exposed genitals, and then her gaze returned to my face.

"Make yourself hard." There was steel in her voice.

"I'm not sure if I can," I answered. "I'm in a bit of a state of shock at the moment."

"If you don't, young man, I shall not be answerable for the consequences! Now do as I asked and make yourself hard!"

I wondered how many maids and footmen had trembled in fear at that voice, but I felt a strange compulsion to push my luck.

"Perhaps I could, if I were given some assistance," I ventured, for all I knew taking my life into my hands.

"Oh yes," she glowered, "and what sort of assistance might you be talking about?"

"Well: you have a magnificent figure. Perhaps if you were to reveal some of it to me that would relieve some of the tension that's stopping me from performing to your required standard."

I couldn't quite believe my bravado: was I really asking the mother of the girl I'd been fucking not ten minutes previously to strip in front of me?

"Don't try to flatter your way out of this situation, my boy. However I do need to make sure that my little girl was not harmed. If this is what is required, then so be it."

And with that, she undid the belt of her dressing gown and slipped it off her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor. I couldn't help but think of the similarity between that move and that of her daughter's earlier, when I removed her dress in the hall, and this alone was enough to start my cock stirring towards tumescence. What I saw in front of me only served to increase the stirrings.

She was wearing a silk baby-doll negligee, largely sheer but with artful embroidery that covered enough to leave room for the imagination. Her hourglass figure was stunning, with an athleticism that was clearly the result of hours spent in the gym. Her breasts, though unsupported, rode high on her chest but appeared to be all her own; the negligee revealed a cavernous cleavage that I was already envisaging slipping my cock between.

"I see this is having the intended effect," she smiled, looking down at my rapidly growing phallus, "but perhaps we can move things forward yet more quickly."

She turned round to face away from me, and smiled with a glint in her eye as she looked over her shoulder. Then she parted her legs a little, leant forward and lifted the bottom of the negligee up to reveal the most incredibly plump and rounded bum cheeks I had ever had the privilege of seeing in my short life so far. My eyes almost popped out of my skull as I viewed them and the silken sheer knickers that covered them. The cleft of her buttocks was clearly visible; the gusset of the knickers was opaque and denied me a view of her pussy. Despite this, my manhood was standing to full attention, all eight fat inches of it.

She took one of her buttocks in each hand and began massaging them through her pants, still leaning forward all the while. As she moved her hands away from each other I swore I was able to see the puckered ring of her anus, but at this point it was difficult to tell if this was dream or reality. Although I hadn't touched my cock since she'd ordered me to take my hands away from it, it felt like I was about to release my load at any point, and so powerfully that I would have shot myself in the eye.

She stood up again and turned back to face me.

"This is worrying." she opined. "I don't believe I've ever seen a penis this big in the flesh, so to speak. A girl of my daughter's inexperience could almost certainly be harmed by having it penetrate her."

I didn't stop to analyse where this crazy talk was coming from -- I was too flattered, for a start. She continued.

"You, Sir, should not be having sex with young girls such as my daughter. Only a mature woman has the necessary experience and skill to handle a weapon like the one you wield."

"I'm not sure...," I began, but she kneeled in front of me, leant forward and silenced me with a "shhh!" and a finger pressed to my lips. Leaning back again, my huge, rock-hard erection was now inches from her face. She looked down at it, her mouth directly above it, and let a large gobbet of drool fall from her mouth onto my raging purple cock-head. She watched with clear pleasure in her eyes as the spit enveloped my penis, and then she grasped my cock and massaged the liquid into my shaft and glans. Without ceremony she dived down onto my cock with her mouth, taking it straight to the back of her throat in one easy motion. I felt her soft spongy breasts squashed against my legs as she raised her eyes to look in mine, and I realised that she must be able to taste her daughter on my cock. Was she aware of this, I wondered? With my full length still impaling her, she took hold of my arms and ushered me to her feet. Her tongue was playing wild tricks inside her mouth, seeming to explore every millimetre of my cock from urethra to the base of my balls. How she was able to do this with her mouth stretched so wide was a mystery to me, and it was no surprise when she eventually came up for air, even if it were only to say "Fuck my mouth, you shit!"

Once more her wish was my command. I took hold of her by the hair and proceeded to pound my cock into her mouth without regard. With each stroke she gagged, and her eyes were watering, but the way she scratched her nails across the cheeks of my arse made it clear that she was not wanting me to stop. At that point she gave me an experience I had never before had: she splayed my cheeks with her hand and I felt the touch of her finger at my anus. Without waiting for my opinion on the matter, her finger was inside me, and almost immediately was buried completely up to the knuckle. The combination of pain and pleasure was almost unbearable and, after the initial shock, served only to make me pound yet harder upon her mouth. Eventually she could take no more and pulled away from my cock, replacing it in her mouth with first one, then the other, and then both of my swollen testicles. She sucked on them like they were toffee apples, fingering my arse all the while and pausing only to lubricate my penis with her spit as she wanked it with her spare hand.

By now, my cock was virtually numb from the beating it had taken this evening, and although I was turned on like I had never been before, I was unafraid of coming except when I wanted to. I felt like a veritable sex god.

"Did my daughter suck your cock as well as me?" she asked.

"Christ almighty, this is one dirty woman!" I thought. "A gentleman doesn't make such judgements," I responded to her. "Let's just say no-one could do it better."

"Very well," she went on. "How do her tits compare to mine?"

With that, she removed her hands from me, and slipped off the shoulder straps of her negligee, revealing the most magnificent pair of breasts. They were large -- probably a 36DD -- but with no sign of sagginess. She squeezed them together to accentuate the cleavage yet further, and then lifted one up to her mouth in order to tongue the nipple. As she released the breast, I took them both in my hands and felt their heft.

"They are amazing, perfect even," I told her, and I wasn't lying. "May I fuck them?"

"You may."

Once more she drooled on my cock, leaving a string of saliva between it and her mouth, which only broke as she then spat on her own cleavage, leaving her tits wet and sticky. She rubbed the spit into them, took hold of my cock in her hand and introduced its tip to her nipples, each in turn. Pre-cum left each nipple glossy as the rubbing made them erect. Then, still on her knees in front of me, she lay my cock between her fantastic orbs and squeezed them around it. I began thrusting up and down between her tits. At the top of each stroke she licked the pre-cum from my cock, occasionally allowing its tip to enter her mouth. The tantalising warm wetness of her mouth felt even more erotic than when I was rampantly fucking it, but I wasn't about to blow my load now, not even as she spat on my cock once more to keep it properly lubricated.

"Now," she said, removing my penis from the clutches of her breasts, "I need to be sure whether this penis of yours really is too big for my girl."

She stood up and slipped the negligee off her body, leaving her standing in just those sheer knickers. Standing on tip-toe, she took hold of the back of my neck, pulled my face towards hers and kissed me passionately. Our tongues entwined as they explored the inside of each other's mouths; she moaned with pleasure as I squeezed her voluptuous buttocks, having slipped my hands inside her underwear in order to do so. I massaged those firm and ripe arse cheeks, from time to time touching her between them and naughtily allowing their tips to touch her intimate hole. With our lips still locked together, I removed her knickers from her hips, allowing them to fall to the floor.

I broke the kiss.

"Let me look at you," I requested, took a step back and gazed in awe at her beauty.

She was athletic yet with a softness that made her body even more sexy than it otherwise would have been. Her perfectly formed breasts and slightly rounded belly were set above a neatly trimmed bush and I could see that -- just like her daughter -- the area around her vagina was completely bare. Averting her gaze, for a moment she seemed almost shy as I took in the wonderful sight, but then she broke that spell.

"If you don't put your cock in me now I'll break it off!" she barked. "Come here!"

She walked over to the mantelpiece which stood over an impressive vintage fireplace and under a large, ornately framed mirror. Facing the mirror, she leant forward against the mantelpiece and spread her legs slightly so as to afford me a view of her pussy and arse. I could see the wetness oozing from between her labia and knew that I should not stand on ceremony. Grabbing her by the hips I entered her cunt, burying myself fully inside her.

A load moan came from her lips: "Mmm, that's big. Don't move. Let me feel it."

I remained still as she languidly circled her hips, allowing my cock to penetrate every part of her sex.

"Oh yes. I could get used to this," she said.

In the mirror I could see that her eyes were closed and she had a look of contented pleasure on her face. Her mouth was slightly open and her breathing was short and quick. I could feel the muscles of her pussy gently pulsing around my manhood, trying to coax it, as if it were possible, to become even harder than it already was. I moved my hands round slightly to take her buttocks in my hands, and spread them apart. Her pretty rose-bud of an anus became visible and I wondered whether I would be allowed to play with it later.

Her circular hip-grinding, bit-by-bit, turned to a pumping motion, and I responded by thrusting back into her. Gradually our speed and vigour increased, to the point where nearly my entire length was moving in and out of her with each stroke. There was a resounding slap of flesh against flesh and my weighty balls were bouncing against her clit. She was moaning so loudly that it was surely impossible that Roj couldn't hear what was going on. I tried to keep the thoughts of our betrayal from my mind and continued fucking her tight hole with all my strength. Sweat was pouring from my forehead as she implored "Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder! Make me come!"

From some hitherto unknown reserve I found the energy to thrust into her even more vigorously, causing her moans to become a whimper.

"Oh God, I'm coming!" she exclaimed, and as I continued to pound her pussy she let out an almighty wail of pleasure: "Oh yes! That's so fucking good! God I love cock!"

I stopped my thrusting and just savoured the feel of being inside her wet tunnel, as once more she squeezed my cock with her internal muscles. Reaching forward, I took her breasts in my hands and massaged them softly, as I tenderly kissed the back of her neck. Wanton abandon had turned to gentle love-making.

After some minutes she reached around and pushed me away from her. Turning round, she fell to her knees and began licking my throbbing cock, which was slick with her juices.

"I can taste myself on you," she said as she looked up at me.

I knew then that she must have been able to taste her daughter's pussy when she sucked me earlier.

"I love to taste myself," she continued, and to prove it she put her hand between her legs, inserted and withdrew two of her fingers and put them to her mouth to suck off her nectar.

"Does it turn you on to see me do that?" she asked, knowing full well what the answer was.

"You need to ask?" I replied.

"Well no," she answered, "but it's nice to have confirmation."

"In that case, yes, it fucking turns me on incredibly!"

"Good. Now prove it by coming for me."

She took hold of my cock and started to masturbate me energetically. Although I was still numbed by the pounding my manhood had taken, I could at last give in to the intense pleasure I was feeling. As she worked me with her hand I could feel my balls tightening as my orgasm neared.

"Come for me," she implored. "Come in my mouth."

Those words were enough to send me over the edge. Like an unstoppable tidal wave my orgasm hit, exploding from my very core and shooting a hot gush of spunk over her face and into her open mouth. "Oh Jesus!" I moaned, as the waves of pleasure washed over me and the stream of jizz sprayed over her tongue. An intensity of ecstasy such as I had rarely experienced flooded through my entire body. My balls were still contracting, pumping a ridiculous volume of seed into her open mouth, so much that it couldn't be contained and began dribbling out and down her chin. After what seemed like an eternity, my coming eventually subsided.

She had not swallowed and I could see that her mouth was still full of my cum. She lifted her heavy breasts with her hands and dribbled my spunk over them, allowing it to drip both into her cleavage and over her proud nipples.

My mind was swimming with what it had experienced over the last couple of hours and I had virtually lost the ability to speak. I just stood there watching her massage my sperm into her voluptuous tits, as she looked up at me, still with a look of lustful abandon in her eyes.

After some time she got to her feet. Then she grabbed the back of my neck, pulled me towards her open and willing mouth and kissed me deeply. I wrapped my arms around her and pressed her breasts into my chest as our tongues mutually explored each other's mouths.

Suddenly she broke our embrace. "You have just been fucked by Lady Euphemia Rogers, an experience you will never forget. Now put your clothes on," she ordered, her dominant tone restored, "you will need to leave."

"Bloody hell," I said, "you don't mess about, do you?"

"No I do not. Now please do as I say."

I really should have felt insulted by her desire to be rid of me so soon, but in truth her dominance was invigorating, and much as I would have liked to stay, I had to confess that I didn't really want to have to face Roj the next morning. A feeling of regret came over me at that thought, knowing that we wouldn't be seeing each other again. She was an amazing fuck, but more than that she was beautiful both physically and spiritually. I felt like I'd sacrificed a potential lifetime of happiness for one night of lust -- exquisite lust though it was.

Roj's mother left the room and returned shortly afterwards with the clothes I had earlier abandoned in the hallway. I proceeded to get dressed. I stood at the mirror to adjust my tie -- although why I felt the need to wear it I don't know -- and to my amazement, I saw Roj, standing completely naked at the door, her hand touching her pussy. She lifted her fingers to to her mouth and licked her wetness from them, and then gave me a smile both demure and wicked at the same time. Had she been watching us all this time? I turned round, but as I did so, she shut the door and was gone.