Natalie's head was in a whirl. She lay there, recovering from the most wonderful orgasm, her very first, and she wasn't sure what to do next. She knew what her brother wanted her to do; he was the ringleader in all of this after all. She knew what her grandmother wanted her to do; she was the one who had licked her to orgasm. And she knew what her mother wanted her to do; she was sitting on Natalie's chest, her short skirt around her waist, her pussy waiting for her daughter's tongue. Yes, she knew what everyone wanted her to do, everyone but herself.
What did she want? She couldn't deny that the feelings her grandmother had awoken in her were much more intense, much more pleasurable, than the only other time she had had sex. That had been with her boyfriend and it had not affected her like this. It had been quick, a little painful, and not nearly as enjoyable as what she had just shared with the closest members of her family.
Did this mean she was a lesbian? Yes, she had had fantasies about kissing other girls. Yes, she had been excited when she saw some of the other girls naked in the showers after gym. Yes, she had often run home, pulled down her panties and run her finger along her wet pussy when she thought about them. But she had never thought of herself as anything but straight.
That was why she had let her boyfriend fuck her, wasn't it? Or was it just because she knew that, if she didn't do it, he would soon find someone else who would.?
Or was she really gay? Should she do what they all wanted her to do? Should she lick another woman's pussy? Did it really matter that the other woman was her own mother? Did it matter that her mother's pussy was really hairy? Did it really matter that she was being forced to do this if she secretly wanted to do it?
Sally looked down on her sweet daughter's face and could see the conflicting emotions that were causing her to hesitate. She would never have done this through choice. She would never have subjected her beautiful daughter to such perverse treatment.
Even so, she had been jealous that it had been her own mother and not she who had been chosen to be the first to taste Natalie's private parts. (Even in her own mind she couldn't bring herself to use words like "pussy" or "cunt"). She had been patient and now she wanted the reward for her patience. She realised that she wanted her daughter to lick her "there." She wanted Natalie to make her cum. She wanted the girl pinned beneath her to taste her juices and she knew she was going to have to take the lead.
"Do it, darling. Do what your brother wants and this will all be over."
"Don't be so coy, mother. Tell your baby girl exactly what you want her to do."
Sally trembled in the shame of knowing that her son knew she wanted this to happen. he always seemed to know exactly what words to say, what buttons to press, to humiliate her even further. but he had the upper hand; he knew it, she knew it and soon her daughter would know it too.
"Lick my pussy, sweetheart. It won't be so bad and you may even like it."
Natalie knew her mother was trying to make it easier for her but she still couldn't bring herself to make that first move. So, seeing this, Sally inched forward until she felt her daughter's reluctant lips touch her own private place. Realising that Tony was becoming impatient, she reached down and opened herself to her daughter's sweet mouth.
She gasped in sheer pleasure as Natalie finally gave up the fight and opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and began to lick a woman's pussy for the first time ever, her own mother's.
Sally was in heaven. Her daughter's tongue felt even better than her mother's had earlier. She knew that Natalie would have no more experience in being intimate with a woman than she had had before today, but as her daughter nibbled at her thick lips, she moaned in delight at the soft suckling of her daughter.
Natalie didn't know what she was doing, her mother was right about that. If she had to do this then she would simply try to remember what her grandmother had done to her and force herself to devour her own mother's pussy in the same way.
If Sally was ashamed at what she and her daughter were doing, it certainly didn't look that way to her son and Tony knew it wouldn't look like either of them were being forced in the photos he was taking. His mother and sister were too preoccupied in their lust to notice what he was doing and he smiled to himself as he recorded for all posterity his mother grinding herself on her daughter's face, groaning in sheer pleasure as Natalie's nose accidentally bumped against her exposed clit.
Natalie was worried that she was in danger of being suffocated as her mother became more and more animated but her worries increased when she saw her brother approach. He had handed over the photography duties to their grandmother and now crouched down beside the two women. Natalie couldn't see what his left hand was doing but it seemed to be pushing their mother forward even more, her pussy now crushed against her daughter's face.
He forced his right hand between his two relatives and began to circle his mother's clit, as if she wasn't inflamed enough already. Natalie had to end this soon as she was really struggling to catch her breath now and, following her grandmother's earlier example, she stiffened her tongue and forced it deeper between her mother's lips. Tony, meanwhile, played his part in their dual assault and continued to torment their mother's extremely sensitive button.
Sally looked down, and through the fog of lust, saw her daughter's face trapped beneath her. Natalie was no longer her daughter, however. She was simply a means to an end, a tool, to bring this moment to its inevitable climax.