The best part about making her mom cum for the second time of the night is that Lorelai doesn't pull off.
She grinds all the way back on Rory's cock, instead.
"You can handle more?" Rory gets her question out after emitting another squeak at the sudden clit contact.
Lorelai nods, holds her eye contact in the mirror for a second, then cranes her neck around to address her directly.
"It'd be a shame if I didn't use my hot, tight, soaking wet pussy to make my daughter cum on her birthday, wouldn't it?"
"It--it would be," Rory croaks out, willing herself to maintain some modicum of self-control, to hold back from cumming too quickly and squandering the chance to revel in the build-up to a new way to orgasm. But with how her mother's throwing her ass back, white-knuckling the sheets to do it over and over, and making her breasts heave all the while--it's a lot to take in.
"Plus," Lorelai goes on, "it's been so long since I've been fucked like this, since I've gotten to cum like this, and most guys would've finished by now. But you don't have that problem. Might as well savor it, right?"
"Hell yeah," Rory answers.
Emboldened by her mom's affirmation, Rory moves her right hand away from Lorelai's hip and up back to push her hair up until she can grab a solid handful at the nape of her neck.
"Pull," Lorelai whispers. "Not too roughly or too abruptly, but--"
Rory follows her guidance, her movements smooth, precise, and measured to avoid giving an unpleasant yank.
"Fucking hell, you're good, baby," Lorelai moans in approval at her daughter's dominance.
The hair-pulling brings their bodies in even closer proximity, and Rory takes advantage of it to press her lips to her mom's earlobe.
"I'm good and big. Good and hard. Good and thick."
"Thick like my ass bouncing on that cock," Lorelai answers back, letting out another moan as Rory reaches both hands around to grab her mom's breasts.
"That's it, grope mommy's tits," Lorelai urges her, sinking back down lower in her doggy stance so Rory can really feel them swing back and forth. "Be my bad girl--pinch the nipples you nursed on, make 'em extra hard."
Rory squeezes her mother's boobs for good measure--they're the perfect mix of perky and heavy, and she'll almost never pass up an opportunity to trace her fingers over the stiff peaks of her nipples.
Except for right now, because she needs to get her hands back on Lorelai's hips.
"Oh, shit," both women curse together as Rory pushes her cock all the way in and humps against Lorelai.
"I'm close," Rory breathes. "Please, please keep fucking my clit like that--"
"I am, too," Lorelai interrupts. "And same."
"You might have a third orgasm already?! Whose birthday are we celebrating here?"
Lorelai laughs at Rory's line of questioning, then answers, "Just imagine how amazing it'll be to feel me cumming while you bust."
Rory gasps at her mom's lewd, bawdy comment--but the shift to such a masculine term for her orgasm sparks an almost involuntary twitch in her hips.
"Ooh, someone's into this kinda dirty talk, huh?" Lorelai asks as Rory keeps pounding her. "You like the thought of using me for your orgasm, feeling my pussy milk you dry--oh, God, yeah, you do," she murmurs, letting out an evil chuckle at the suddenly increased pace.
"Yes," Rory grunts; she should be ashamed of her incestuous lust, but right now, with an enormous orgasm building inside her with every thrust, she's almost too horny to function.
"Don't stop, don't stop--that's it, keep going until you finish--fuck, I'm nearly there--keep that cock in nice and deep," Lorelai begs.
"Yes, Lorelai," Rory growls, now holding her mom firmly against the base of her cock the same way she did when she'd first felt that lightning bolt of pleasure from the pressure on her clit, fucking her like an animal to send herself over the edge.
"Jesus, fuck, I'm gonna cum again!"
"Yes, yes, yes," Rory chants. "I'm trying to hold back to feel yours when I do."
"Such a good girl, Rory--oh my God, you're amazing...holy shit...yes!" Lorelai screams.
She's never creamed or screamed like this with Rory (or anyone else, for that matter), but Rory's never railed her within an inch of her life before.
And she's still going, somehow, like a fucking energizer bunny, even with Lorelai's pussy pulsating and her thighs shaking from the strength of her orgasm.
"Blow your fucking load, baby, fill me up--cum inside me!" Lorelai nearly shrieks her order, trying to will her daughter's pleasure out of her.
"Yes!" Rory cries out as her own blessed, well-earned release overwhelms her: a messy, gushing explosion, wave after wave of wetness pressing against her harness and the fiery heat of her mother's sex until it's nearly getting forced back inside her--she shudders at the third shockwave and feels exactly how much she's cum in a way she normally doesn't.
"Best birthday ever," Rory pants when she finally pulls out of her mom with a small squelch of a pop, collapsing next to her in a sweaty, worn-out heap. "I love you."
"I love you, too," comes Lorelai's reply, muffled by a pillow. "And kudos to whoever talked you into buying that weapon of mass destruction. I can wash it off, if you want," she offers over Rory's snort of laughter. "Gotta go to the bathroom and clean myself up, anyway."
"That'd be great, thanks." Rory unhooks the harness, pulls it down her legs, and kicks it off once it's hanging from one ankle.
Lorelai whistles at the state of the strap when she picks it up. "Man, we really made a mess of this thing."
"Yeah, we did," Rory replies proudly through a yawn, rolling onto her side and curling up for a brief siesta while her mother goes to the bathroom.
Lorelai shakes her head in disbelief as she starts the hot water and squirts some soap onto the sex toy--every inch of the cock is positively coated with her cum, and Rory left plenty of her own pussy juices behind on the inside of the harness, too.
"There really is an awful lot to clean," she muses to herself, letting out a little laugh while she dries it off with a hand towel; it seems pretty unlikely that this particular scenario would've played out at such a fancy hotel before.
Over the course of about a minute, the process of cleaning becomes less clean, and Lorelai's filthy imagination runs wild with images of her getting on top of Rory, pressing the tip of the cock against her hot, wet entrance, giving one firm push, and...
"Don't think about that," she chastises herself, a mutter under her breath, but she's already thrown open Pandora's box, so all she can picture is all the different angles she could use to fill her daughter up, how she could drive her crazy with long, deep, slow strokes--the kind the boys she's slept with probably couldn't.
