Own A Milf And Her Daughters Pt 01

How to own a Milf and her daughters.

Step 1: Find the Mom.

Macy was a 32 year old beautiful blonde with a lean body that could turn heads. She had long legs, a nice tight ass and a pair of tits that were just perfect for sucking on. Her face had the smooth complexion of youth and she still looked like that hot chick right out of university. She wore her hair in a razor cut short enough to accentuate her cheekbones and give her face a hard edge. Though she dressed conservatively, no one ever mistook Macy for a nun. Her legs were always crossed just so and her pants never sat low enough to reveal any more than the crease between the inside fold of tummy and thigh. A conservative sweater could show off cleavage that was probably enhanced by a push-up bra. This was Macy's game. All against the rules, but not quite outside of them either. Just suggestive enough to hint at something fun without stepping over the line too much

Her husband's broken promises had become a regular thing, and she knew it. He'd stumble in late, reeking of alcohol and slurring his words, and crash into bed without so much as an explanation or apology. Every morning she'd get out of bed disappointed and angry.

Whenever I saw Macy in her backyard, we'd start chatting. She seemed sweet to me and, though she didn't encourage my advances, I knew something wasn't right in their home. guilt flickered in her eyes every time she spoke of her husband. Her daughters Jana and Erin were always glaring at me when they passed the fence; given Macy's age, I guessed it was likely that she'd gotten pregnant with them very young. The thought of it made me sad--I had never been interested in women my own age.

Macy was perfect.

Step 2: Give a gift.

I peered through the fence, watching as Macy sprawled out on a chaise lounge in the middle of the back yard. The driveway was empty; she was completely alone.

I walked over to the adjoining fence, and leaned over.

"Hey Macy," I called. "I have something for you."

Macy got up her breasts jiggling in her sexy one piece swim suit.

I got out the small box and she smiled. She opened it and lifted the perfume bottle into the air. The pinkish bottle glistened in the light.

"Coure de Lourve," she said with a gasp. "How did you know I wanted this?"

I smiled. "You've mentioned it once or twice. I hope this isn't your second bottle."

She tilted her head. "What do you mean?"

"Oh," I said. "It's a limited run, so I figured your husband or daughters might have gotten it for you before."

Macy bit her lip and sprayed a little on her wrist. She inhaled deeply and sighed.

"Its amazing," she cooed.

She looked me up and down and debated something for a long while.

"Would you like to clean the pool today?" She said quietly. "It's getting dirty, and you offered, but my husband said he would do it, but that was weeks and weeks ago..."

I smiled back.

"I'd love to, but I have something to attend to later. I just saw you out here and realized it was time to give it to you."

She smiled gingerly back, her mouth a twisted slit of rejection. Perfect. You have to make them want you, being too easy is... well too easy.

"How about this," I said. "I'll come over tomorrow at this time?"

She shook her head violently. Her daughters might be home I guessed.

"Just come here the day after tomorrow at this time... I'll figure it out."

I smiled as the trap closed.

"Of course Miss Macy," I said. "Anything for you."

Step 3: The first down.

I grabbed onto the top of the wooden fence and pulled myself up, taking care not to snag my shorts on a splinter. My feet touched down on the other side, and there she was--Macy--wearing a dazzling turquoise bikini that sparkled in the afternoon sunlight.

"Oh wow," I said in faux stunned. "You look fantastic Miss Macy."

She gave me a sheepish smile, and as I got closer I could smell that she was wearing the perfume I'd bought for her.

"And you're wearing the perfume."

She nodded again then straightened up.

"The cleaning supplies are over there," she pointed to the pool said and touched my shoulder.

I smiled and patted her hand with mine.

"Alright shouldn't take too long."

I tossed my shirt in the corner and picked up the pool stick. Not a moment too soon, either. The sight of me stripping off my T-shirt was making Macy's eyes bug out. With a few swift backhanded strokes I cleared enough water from the pool to be able to skim it properly. Macy watched me work with her lips pursed.

I finished cleaning quickly and said, "Wow that was thirsty work. Mind if we go inside to get a drink?"

Macy stood up quickly and debated in her mind again.

"I could just leave?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"No," she said. "that would be rude... Please come inside."

We stepped inside the house, and I was immediately impressed with its bright, airy interior. The walls were painted a cheerful yellow, and the furniture was exquisitely arranged in tasteful beiges and blues. I turned to Macy and said "You did a great job; this place looks amazing!" She blushed embarrassedly, and I continued "And you're the prettiest thing here by far."

Macy looked up at me, her eyes full of curiosity and confusion. I could tell she wanted to do something more, but indecision clouded her expression. She seemed to be struggling internally between what was right and wrong.

I moved forward and gently touched her hip. She didn't move my hand away.

Slowly she leaned in and kissed me.

My fingers traced the curves of her slender body and I pulled her in close. Our lips met hungrily and as we kissed, my hands moved to undo the strings of her bikini top. I could feel it slip away as it fell to the kitchen floor. She stepped back shyly, trying to cover herself up with her arms, but before she could I grabbed her soft breasts and teased each nipple with my tongue.

Macy pulled me by the hand into her room, our feet echoing on the hardwood floor. We collapsed onto her bed, both of us panting, and she kissed me hungrily as we moved together in a frenzied rhythm.

I could feel every inch of her, the soft coolness of her skin, the moisture between us.

This was pure unadulterated lust, primal need to satisfy our bodies as we climbed together towards the heavens. I held onto her soft skin, aching to feel the touch of her skin on mine.

Her body responds as I push against her, trembling and quaking, we both feel the climax drawing closer with each thrust.

Finally, with a powerful thrust, I buried myself inside her. We kissed deeply and tenderly, our bodies trembling from the force of our combined pleasure. She separated us slightly to speak; her voice was almost a whisper as she admitted that her husband saw sex toys as a challenge to his masculinity and refused to allow her any. With shaky hands, she retrieved a small dildo from its hidden place. I started up a gentle rhythm, and soon her cries of desire echoed through the room as she trembled in orgasm - clearly months of sexual deprivation had been released in that moment.

Step 4: Breaking the mother.

Macy and I explored wilder and more forbidden realms of pleasure every night. I tested her limits, pushing them further and enjoying the thrill of unknown desire.

I continued my quest, exploring her body with creative abandon as I bathed her in kisses from head to toe. Her back arched in pleasure as I teased her most sensitive places, electric surges of pleasure coursed through her as her deep arousal grew ever stronger, moments before she climaxed I stopped completely.

Macy gasped, shuddering from the power of her need still pulsing through her body. Then, suddenly, just as she thought it was over -- with a flurry of kisses and tongue-teasing, I began again. Disgusted with my own teasing I whipped off the blindfold and relished the sight of Macy's beautiful blue eyes rolling in pleasure. My soft touch became hard as we moved together and Macy begged me to continue. When finally she arched into a series of convulsions, she cried out in pleasure.

I didn't respond, and instead gently coaxed her back onto the bed and released her wrists from the handcuffs. She looked at me with pleading eyes, her expression a mixture of desperation and fear. I unclasped the red satin belt around her waist and lifted her up in my arms as a shudder ran through her body. Then I kissed her tenderly once, twice... then my tongue danced furiously with hers in a swirling frenzy of passion. Her hips grinded instinctively against me as we kissed deeply with unrestrained abandon.

We even explored BDSM -- spanking one another as part of an intense sexual experience.

At first Macy was terrified but soon embraced each new challenge I set before us; every night pushing the boundaries farther until she was soon brave enough to try anything once.

I stilled her trembling body, calming it down silently until it abated into blissful pleasure again, marveling at what we had been able to explore together - passions neither had known existed within themselves till now which were only possible because Macy trusted me unconditionally although under no circumstances did I want or ever have any expectations from her beyond passing physical gratification and exploration.

At the end of one of our sessions, I made her give herself to me.

"Yes! Yes, I'm yours to use," she screamed. "I'm your toy. Whatever you want me to be, I am."

Her words made my cock harder than it had ever been before -- the sheer joy in her voice was electrifying as her body lay completely exposed and ready for my pleasure.

"You're gonna be my Cock-slave Miss Macy. I'm your master!"

I pressed my head against her entrance, teasing her before plunging deep inside. It took all her self control not to cum right then and there - but she kept herself under pressure as I battered her over and over again with rapid thrusts - moaning louder and louder into the room.

I moved down her body and rested on my knees while I listened intently for the sound of her impending orgasm. She reached climax first, and my mouth moved hungrily from her neck down towards the rising swell of her breasts...

The words she spoke echoed in my mind, as if they were made of iron and her voice was the hammer driving them into me. I almost felt guilty for making her say them, but I knew it had to be done. She could no longer deny what we both knew she was--a willing cock slave, here to experience pleasure that she had only imagined before.

She opened her eyes and saw the look on my face, a look full of admiration and love. As I stroked her hair tenderly, she could feel the warmth radiating from my touch. We both knew that this wasn't just a regular night; tonight was different--this was a night of discovery for us both.

"You're so good," I said softly, gazing into her eyes with love and intensity. She smiled back at me in response as I eased my hand between her legs and began to stroke her inner thighs gently. My other hand moved up her stomach to cup one of her breasts as I kissed down towards the nape of her neck. Macy gasped in pleasure as I slowly circled around one of her nipples with my tongue before eventually moving towards the other breast where I repeated the same action - all while still kneading and caressing the sensitive mound in my hand.

Macy's body quivered beneath my touch and it only drove me deeper into ecstasy until finally, we gave in to each other completely - a blissful union that will be remembered forever!

"And??" I growled.

"And... I'll fuck whoever you tell me too. I need to fuck anyone you tell me too!"

"What a good girl," I whispered as I entered her. "What a good fucking cock-slave!"

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she moaned, "Thank you master."

"Call me daddy," I ordered as I began to pummel her once again.

"Oh god, thank you daddy for your... cock!" Nearing her orgasm again, her moans turned to screams. "I'm cumming daaaddy! Thank you! Thank you for owning me! Thank you for - uhhhnggghh!"

Her body fluttered wildly, and I knew she was about to collapse. I pressed her down hard into the sheets of my bed, cumming while her pussy squirted its warm juices all over both of our bodies...

She finally collapsed, and then went limp.

Later that week I told to do a new task - sneak into her daughter Erin's bedroom while naked. Her eyes widened in shock at first, but then narrowed in silent acceptance as she nodded her head yes without hesitation.

Macy tiptoed down the hallway, her skin glossy with a thin sheen of sweat. She glanced over her shoulder at me with a faint smirk before slipping into her daughter's room. With careful steps, I followed, my heart beating in anticipation until I reached her stepdaughter Erin's bed. Macy stood motionless above it, studying her daughter's peaceful face beneath layers of blankets.

Lightly, I ran my fingers over the gentle curves of Macy's hips and down to her inner thighs. Her body jerked in reaction, yet her gaze remained fixed on the sleeping form of Erin. Even under the sheeting, one could make out the gorgeous profile of her young body. I felt a thrill course through me as I looked upon the twenty-something sleeping next to us.

Macy shuddered as my fingertips touched her back and then slowly began to trace circles around her nipples, lingering for just long enough for them to grow stiff in response. A low moan escaped from her lips and suddenly she was all too aware of my presence behind her. She turned around and we locked eyes, neither of us speaking but somehow conveying an entire conversation without words.

The same passion that had been burning in me before was now ignited in Macy too - she wanted this as much as I did. Taking a step forward, I buried my face in the nape of her neck and breathed deeply - inhaling the scent of arousal that seemed to seep from every pore on her skin. Weaving my fingers into hers, our hands clasped tightly together as if we were afraid to let go - afraid that if we did so it would all disappear in an instant.

I kissed a path up Macy's neck until our lips finally met in an urgent kiss, both needing this moment more than anything else at that point in time. We moved together -- slowly at first, savoring each second -- until finally our movements became more frenzied and desperate as Macy let out a shuddering gasp at almost orgasmic pleasure every time our skin touched.

I get her on all fours and make sure she doesn't look away from Erin. She never even attempts to. Her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath she takes. I slam into the back of her and she bites back a sharp excited sound.

In the dark, I saw her body move in a slow rhythm. Her breasts rocked back and forth, her ass bounced against me as I pumped inside her. I hear lips flutter as they parted for short, sharp breaths.

Her eyes never leaving her daughter, and kept a vigil over her. She stared down at her daughter as she came, feeling me pulsate inside her, her pussy spasmodic as we both came to the end of our orgasm.

It was almost time... to own Erin too.