The sight as her beautiful stretched bottom came into view was nearly enough for me to have an embarrassing emission. After more prompting her legs were wide apart and her shapely legs beautifully framed all of her pussy and her dark starfish set deep between her pale cheeks. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to bury my face or my prick in this vision of perfect womanhood. I wish I could say that her pussy was dripping with anticipation but from where we sat we could only make out a clearly puffy damp pussy.
This view was removed as Cathy was maneuvered over Debs lap so that her toes touched the floor one side and her hands the other. We did not have long to wait until six very firm spanks landed in quick succession on the round cheeks. Each was accompanied by a small moan or shriek.
"I don't want to hear a peep out of you while I deliver the next dozen. Is that clear?"
It obviously was clear, as while her body responded to each spank there was no noise from her mouth. When these were complete Deb's rested her hand on the spanked area and addressed Meg in a surprising way.
"So Mrs. Allen I am addressing the punishment that your daughter deserves but I think that you owe Gary some gratitude for us agreeing to your insurance claim."
By using her title Debs had somehow brought into sharp focus the fact that Meg was older than the rest of us. Meg seemed confused for a second before very tentatively resting one hand in my lap very close to where my prick was desperate to escape its tight covering. She did not touch my cock but her questioning look was clearly asking me for my permission. I said nothing but still made it very clear she had permission to explore as much as she wanted. I expected her to touch me through my trousers but she had other ideas. She unbuttoned them pulled them down and fished my erection out from my underwear. She asked for no more permission as her mouth enveloped as much of my erection as she had managed to free up.
The sound of the spanking recommencing was nearly lost to me as my world was suddenly focused on my prick and the mouth that was trying hard to suck the life out of it. The two views of a daughter being spanked by my girlfriend and her mother's mouth engulfing my prick threatened to unhinge me. Now I wished we had fucked this afternoon as I was threatening to cum in Meg's mouth. It felt sensational but I wanted to enjoy everything for much longer and therefore needed to slow things down. In as appreciative way as I could, I eased the warm orifice away from my erection moving the surprised Mrs. Allen enough to give me access to short skirt and more importantly her warm panties. Now the boundaries had changed Meg quickly helped me remove her panties and made sure her skirt was not limiting my access. Firstly it was the warmth of her pussy that struck me but further investigation disclosed that it was very wet warmth. We settled so that my now fully released cock and her fully accessible pussy were comfortably available to a hand from each other. We were now able to arouse each other while having a perfect view of the spanking.
Her hand felt great but was not threatening to bring me to orgasm immediately. This allowed us once again to focus on the spanking going on in front of us. There had probably been another two dozen more spanks delivered to the now sobbing Cathy. Her position had changed as her head was buried in the back of the sofa, her bright red cheeks were facing us and her legs were astride Deb's left leg. The sobbing was not the only movement Cathy's body was making. While the spanking was paused it was quiet clear that Cathy was very gently trying, with limited success, to hump the leg between her two. The look of triumph on Deb's face would always be etched in my memory. More groups of a dozen or so spanks followed. This didn't seem to reduce the humping but did increase the sobbing and the moaning. I think the moaning was mainly sexual arousal and sexual frustration. Her bottom was now red all over and bright red in places. The spanking was paused again.
"I think I will let Cathy have a minute to reflect on things. It certainly feels like her reflections are arousing her greatly. I decided it might be better if I didn't let her see how grateful her mother is being. I suspect that at exactly the right moment it might add to her reflections perfectly."
With this Deb's brought her hand round and caressed the red cheeks and I suspect the wet pussy rubbing itself harder and harder against her. When her mother climbed off the sofa we were on I wondered if we had taken things too far. How wrong I was: having slipped her skirt right off she knelt in front of me, stuck her ass high in the air and with her legs well apart started to masturbate. Her bottom was bigger than her daughter's but beautifully shaped with not a blemish on the taut skin. She did briefly look back at me and without words made it clear that her pussy was available to me if I wanted it. I wanted it and was soon behind her. I don't know whether it was due to her extreme arousal or the fact that she was considerably older than anyone I had previously fucked (because this was just that) but I slipped into her warm wet pussy with the greatest of ease. I can only describe the moan that she made as appreciative (aren't us men all so egosectric?). These moans increased in volume and seemed to communicate this appreciativeness more and more strongly.
Debs was smiling at us, as her hand seemed to get more and more active between Cathy's legs. Cathy's face was buried in the back of the sofa and the sobs were even stronger. She now started to plead but it was not clear to me what she was pleading for.
"If you want that then you need to close you eyes and turn round."
Cathy was clearly desperate for something and was not going to risk anything. She turned her eyes, wet from the sobbing and tight shut. She was now kneeling facing us and had her legs still straddling Deb's left leg. As Debs pushed her forward so her head was close to the floor. Debs quietly said,
"You may fuck my leg as hard as you like. I know you need to cum but wait for this signal."
It was clear that Cathy knew what the signal was but I had no idea. Cathy was now a broken figure as she desperately humped the leg that was her only way to progress towards orgasm. Meg and I were both progressing towards uncontrollable orgasms and the sight of her daughter's troubles only speeded this up. Debs did something behind Cathy that I did not find out until later was inserting a finger into her bottom. The noises Cathy made were those only ever, in my experience, made just at the point of no return.
"Cathy look at you Mum as you cum."
The shock on her face only registered for a split second as her orgasm registered far more strongly. I was just able to watch Cathy have the most wonderful orgasm before my own orgasm exploded along my prick and through my brain. I barely registered that Meg was triggered by either her daughter's or my orgasm and wailed throughout a long series of shuddering spasms. By the time the two of us were welcomed back into the land of the living Deb's had got Cathy between her legs and licking her strongly. Debs gave us all a running commentary of what a great job Cathy was doing until she gripped the young girl's head and came strongly.
One of my few regrets from that evening was that I watched a beautifully shapely spanked bottom gyrate in front of me unable to get erect quickly enough to fuck the wet pussy below. There was significant embarrassment almost exclusively Cathy's before mother and daughter departed. This was not before Debs had insisted that Cathy would submit to a caning the next weekend. No other arrangements were agreed for that session.
Debs asked me whether fucking an older woman had been all I had hoped for. Trying to evade the question I said that it had been wonderful watching her dominate and punish Cathy and that this had made fucking Meg very pleasurable. Even though Debs had enjoyed her orgasm with Cathy she was as excited as I had ever seen her to be fucked. She knew exactly how she wanted fucking or more to the point how she wanted to do the fucking. She was on top as she rode me with great vigor and enthusiasm until her powerful orgasm triggered mine a minute or so later.
I didn't mention that the view of Cathy's spanked bottom never left my mind until the next morning.
