"No, you can't, you can't! I've gone this far for you. Just a little farther and we can be free," Alex begged her daughter. Annabel seemed entirely caught up in guilt, worry, and concern for her mother's plight. Alex felt guilty for setting her up like this, but she didn't have another choice, and in truth, didn't really want one. Too many little erotic seeds had been planted to just walk away from.
"I'm so sorry I put you through this. I had no idea. I'm just so sorry," Annabel wept.
"Don't be sorry," Alex genuinely comforted her daughter. "We can get this out of the way and you can go back to life as normal. Hopefully all his demands will be done soon. But we have to have this done before your father gets home tonight. If I don't have it done by the end of the day he sends out all the information."
"What does he want us to do?"
"Sex. On camera."
"With who?"
"Us. Just us," came Alex's whispered reply. She waited gauging Annabel's face for a response. It was blank.
"Us?"
"Yes, us. He wants us to do it on camera and then email it to him before tomorrow."
"Mom, I don't think I ca..." Alex pressed her finger to her daughter's lip and slipped from the chair.
"Quiet, honey. We don't have a choice. Don't think, just do." She took Annabel's hand and before she could offer another objection, Alex guided her up the stairs to her bedroom. The scene was already set. A variety of toys were laid out on the off white night stand and the camera was up and running.
Annabel took the scene in, wide eyed, seemingly unprepared to have her notions of sexuality challenged so violently.
"Mom, I don't think I can do this. I just can't," she pleaded.
Alex looked her oldest child straight in the eyes, and speaking straight from her own desires she convincingly and firmly stated, "You don't have a choice. Nor do I. Just kiss me."
With that she took her daughter's precious head in her hands and pulled her lips to her own. They were close to the same height so they met in the middle. At first, Annabel's lips were flat against her own, unexpressive and irresponsive. Alex could feel the tenseness in her daughter's frame as the kiss continued. When she felt the muscles began to relax a little, she let her hands release the sides of her child's head. They slipped to her upper arms and paused there for a moment.
A million thoughts ran through Alex's head as her lips pressed into her daughter's. As of yet, they had merely been locked in one unmoving kiss. Her mind remember the times when Annabel had been just a little girl and they had fleetingly kissed on the lips. Then it had been cute and endearing, part of their mother-daughter relationship. How terribly she was violating that now when she was nineteen.
Experimentally, Alex broke the kiss, her eye's studying Annabel's face once more as her eyes fluttered open. Annabel took a deep breath and would return the kiss first, her mouth pressing in close to her mother's and her lips pressing into the same pair, the genetic source of her own features. Alex's tongue accepted her surrender and pressed between them and fluttered across the tip of her own oral muscle. The contact was electrifying, and beneath her long tee, she could feel her pussy warming as the plan unfolded.
Alex's hands drifted to Annabel's and she captured them in a familiar squeeze, one that seemed oblivious to the passionate kiss occurring at their mistresses' heads. They would linger one over the other for a moment before they fell into step with the directives of the mouths. A mother's hands slid into place over the daughter's backside, stroking across its denim encased surface as if it were naked.
Some trepidation and nervousness could be sensed within Annabel still, so Alex was careful about the speed with which she moved forward. Her lips continued their dance with her daughter's and their tongue's fenced for oral supremacy. It was a passionate kiss but not a needy one- both women were still in full control of their desires and faculties. Not yet would they be unleashed, one on the other.
Annabel's movements would gradually fall in line with her mother's as they developed a more substantive rhythm and driving force. Her hands would fall to the full ass that had been an object of genetic pride and no lust for many years. Alex would feel her daughter falter when she felt the soft surrender of her naked buttocks to her bare hands. They would not withdraw however and within moments they were grazing gently over their curved slopes at a regular interval.
She took this as a sign from her daughter that it was okay to go farther with her touches, kisses, and caresses. Her hands abandoned their clasp on Annabel's cheeks and moved to the hem of her shirt- her only garment. They pulled the material over her head and tossed it aside in the small feminine room. Naked, she pressed herself to Annabel once more. Her lips found their way to her daughter's lips momentarily before sliding to the side of her cheek, to her chin, her jaw line, the nape of her neck, and finally the lobe of her ear. There they would suckle, skillfully tonguing the sensitive formation.
Alex could hear her daughter gasp, obviously pleased by this form of stimulation. She had no far how her daughter had gone sexually, but her experience and talent told her that she had never really made love if the touch to her ears brought such a forceful and necessitated response.
Soaking wet, Alex's thighs made a unique squelching noise as she shifted her weight from one foot to another. The moment was far to exciting and her fluids were leaking steadily down her thighs. The touch of Annabel's hands on her ass cheeks was driving her wild- bare contact was the most heady of all the sensations she was experiencing.
Their longing kisses would last for minute after minute, their progression slowly becoming needier, heavier, faster. When Alex sensed that the moment had reached a peak, she broke her kiss with her daughter.
Alex moved to the bed, one of her hands holding onto Annabel's. She slid back against the wall and drew her knees up, exposing her sex in a blatant and slutty spread. Annabel studied her face for a second or two and then her pussy before sliding onto the bed. It was yet another decision that Alex had enabled her daughter to make. She was taking her in baby steps, closer and closer to her blackmailer's final goal; to her son's final goal; to her own final goal.
Annabel slid into place beside her mother, their bodies sitting tightly against one another. Alex took hold of her daughter's hand once more and guided it to her lower stomach and released it there, just above the hairless apex of her two thighs. She looked into her eldest child's eyes and waited. Already, too far gone, Annabel did exactly as wanted. Her long delicate fingers moved downward with practiced eased until two of them outlined the pink divide in her mother's crotch.
By now her breathing was coming heavy and her desire was beginning to win the war for control. Alex felt her chest heaving as she sought to get enough oxygen to keep up with her lust. Her own hands moved to caress her own breasts as her head rocked back against the wall. She pinched and pulled taut her nipples, before lifting and pressing them together in a bundle of luscious flesh. Alex was slightly surprised to feel her daughter's lips graze the side of her tits in a devilishly tormented moment. But once they found that contact, they did not leave again. Annabel was hungry for her mother's breasts and her tongue, teeth, and lips could not get enough of them.
The ferocity of Annabel's desire would force Alex off of her sitting position and she was sprawled on the bed, her daughter between her thighs with her face buried in her cleavage. Annabel's fingers were furiously working inside the tunnel which had passed them out nineteen years before. They spread wide, in a victory sign, as they withdrew, stretching the snatch with their effort. Alex was desperate for release and her hips worked off the bed in tune with the thrusting of her daughter's touch.
Eager to avoid being the only one naked on the bed, Alex allowed her own hands to go to work on Annabel's clothing. Her top came first, and Alex almost regretted the action when Annabel's nursing mouth broke from her engorged nipple. But it was quickly replaced once the shirt was gone and their sex continued nearly uninterrupted. Alex's eyes studied the length of their two bodies together. Her daughter was wearing a strapless bra which was slightly dislodged from her young refreshingly smaller tits. Little pink nipples pointed downward into the mattress as they waited for attention of their own.
