Hailey's cunt got wetter and wetter at the thought of her lover's thick cock stretching her sweet Sara's cunt the way he was stretching hers that morning.
"Oh, fuck yeah, get it in deep like that, I fuckin' love it," Hailey said to the younger stud, grabbing his ass and pulling him into her, showing him she meant what she said.
"Oh, fuck yeah," Diego replied. "That's it, wake me up right, baby."
Hailey had come back from her early-morning run and woken up her lover, Diego, with his favorite way of being woken up: with her pussy.
But as Hailey stripped-off her sweaty run-clothes and mounted the drowsy thirtysomething Diego that morning, she was not thinking that it was her in her bedroom, fucking her lover.
Quite the opposite.
It began as Hailey came up the wooden stairs barefoot, her private role-play already beginning in her mind.
She had taken off her sneakers and her socks, and imagined that her bare feet, feeling the creaky, hardwood floor; her slender feet climbing the old wooden steps of the stairs; were not her feet, but the feet of her darling daughter Sara, eighteen-and-a-half years old and about to be home from her first year of college at State.
In Hailey's mind, seeing the sleeping Diego in her big, king-sized, four-poster bed, it was Sara seeing him, and desiring that sexy man, ten years older than Sara, but ten years younger than Hailey. "Perfectly in-between the two of us," Hailey thought. "Which, of course, only meant that he should be perfectly in-between the two of us." She knew it was the kind of thought Sara might have. Both women loved balance and symmetry, even if it was often elusive.
Looking perfectly balanced; casually, diagonally stretched across the middle of that four-poster bed: Diego.
Diego, sleeping naked like he so often did when he stayed at Hailey, his girlfriend's, house.
Hailey bit her lip when she imaged Sara doing the same: biting her lip at the sight of this barely-draped sex-stud who had been hitting Hailey's back walls and charming her and everyone around her for months now.
The confidence and strength the man possessed--even while he was sleeping. Plus, the sweetest hint of grace and vulnerability, on display while watching him sleep. This man who was so dynamic during his waking hours and who, Hailey imagined her daughter thinking, "I heard fucking my mother for at least an hour last night."
Hailey pulled her running shorts down her hips and legs, imagining that her hips were the narrow nothings that Sara's were, not the full mommy-hips that Hailey's colorful running shorts... s... t... r... e... t... c... h... e... d... around as Hailey pulled them down, dropped them to her ankles, and stepped out of them.
No panties because Hailey did not believe in running in panties, not even when running all-alone, early in the morning in a small town. If it had been socially acceptable to run naked like the ancients, Hailey would have run naked liked the ancients.
And she knew her daughter would, too. Her daughter, who despite her workaholic studyism, had inherited the same mystical belief in the sensuality of her body and its divine connection to the universe that her mother had. Her daughter, who was going for her own morning run up at State's campus that morning, even though it was her daughter's last day of the semester, even though she would take her last final of the year later that morning. Sara was without slack, full of the discipline that arose from awkwardness, "just like her mother," Hailey reflected.
Hailey biting her lip at the thought of how much Sara deserved some fun; how much workaholic, studyaholic, runaholic Sara deserved kisses and caresses "and some, y'know, fun with a capital F, Fun."
If Sara had felt any caressing, manly hands on her hips that year, it had not seemed so to Hailey, and that thought of her daughter's deprivation and loneliness gave to Hailey the twisted mother's loving notion to share this wonderful snack, this delicious treat called Diego with the female closest to her, the one she knew was most likely deepest in need.
When Hailey reflected, she often dwelt on how she had let this idea of hers slip, earlier that year, into an argument with her daughter, telling the young woman that she, "just needed to get laid!"
"How could I say that to my own daughter?" Hailey often asked herself in the weeks that followed. But every time she thought about it, she knew why she said it--because it was true. True for both of them.
So as Hailey slipped-off her running shorts, and crossed to the bed, and then slipped-off her bra-top, letting her big mommy titties fall out, she felt a sense of pride. "Well, that's one thing I've got over my daughter, I've still got the bigger chest," Hailey thought, with a catty sense of pride and a joy at seeing her daughter as an equal, as a young woman already so beautiful in her own right, but one she could still hold her own against.
"Two, two, two mints in one," flashed into Hailey's mind for a second, as she looked at Diego's sleeping body and imagined him enjoying both flavors, both Hailey and Sara, both the classic and the new.
And Hailey thought that Sara might be slipping-off her own running clothes at this very minute, on her own way to her own post-run shower at her dorm on State's campus. She wondered if her daughter was going to touch herself in that shower, and Hailey had the strong sense that Sara was certainly going to masturbate in the shower this morning, and Sara was going to fantasize about coming home from a run and fucking her mother's sexy boyfriend in her mother's big bed.
Hailey could practically feel the hot water on her daughter's body, as Sara braced herself against the shower wall and feverishly stroked her clit with speed and intensity, coming hot and hard in the shower, in the steam. Hailey imagining Sara touching herself the same way Hailey touched herself. "Like mother, like daughter," Hailey thought, and smiled.
Naked, Hailey climbed onto her bed and pulled the light, summertime blanket off of Diego. And then, Hailey climbed onto his morning wood; Hailey's wet cunt welcoming him a fine, wordless 'good morning,' with Hailey's sly smile deepening across her face, as she felt her cunt open easily for him, felt her already deeply-aroused cunt absolutely devour him with greed and lust and need.
But even as she felt him opening her, Hailey didn't think it was her wide-hipped self who was mounting this man this morning.
Hailey could feel it as if Sara was looking through her eyes, then as if Sara had swapped bodies with her, and she felt a swell of pride as her daughter found the confidence to mount and straddle this extremely sexy man, the same man whom Hailey had been letting bareback her for the past six months, ever since Hailey and Diego had met on a dating app for seriously kinky people.
This morning, Hailey thought she could feel Diego's hands on Sara's hips, as Sara teased her eighteen-year-old pussy onto the man's morning erection.
Hailey thought she could see the daring in Sara's eyes, coming in to her mother's bedroom to surprise her mother's lover with her daughterly cunny; the teenager-pussy that heard what this cock was doing to her mother and had grown so needy that she could not take "no" for an answer and needed her turn NOW!
Sneaking a ride atop him, in hopes that he might mistake her for her mother, before he woke up and realized the difference.
Hailey knew her daughter was sly and feline enough for such insatiable rapaciousness. Hailey remembered her own uncontrollable urges from when she was eighteen. She knew Sara was capable of such intrigues because Hailey knew she herself was capable of such intrigues, both at the age Sara was at now and at the age Hailey was at now.
And by the time that morning that Hailey was on her back and begging Diego to fuck her as deep as he could, her secret role-play of that morning was already well-advanced in her mind and her fertile imagination. Diego, unaware of Hailey's private thoughts and fantasies, focused on stretching her legs and her hips as... o... p... e... n... as he could stretch her, making her take every inch of the diameter of his solid, veiny dick; the dick that had gone beyond merely making Hailey think "sweet Jesus this would make my Sara feel so, so right" to making Hailey think she was already feeling her girl's cunny as her own, closing and spasming and gripping 'round this cock while her whole body shook, and this thirtysomething stud held her darling eighteen-year-old slenderness close and safe and gave her as many whole-body vaginal orgasms as he could, before getting his.
Because that's how Diego fucked Hailey, and she was no shy, awkward, innocent eighteen. And when she was eighteen, she had not been shy, nor awkward, nor innocent.
Because Hailey knew that's how Diego would fuck her daughter. She knew he would hold her and pace himself and be the perfect time for her.
He would love her and not only make her feel loved, but would convince her for all time that she was loved for all time, and worthy and deserving of all love and beyond that, she was even love itself.
So Hailey stretched her center open for him and let his deep-touching, thick-stretching dick touch and stretch her second chakra, and Diego grabbed her big, pillowy breasts while he fucked her deep, and Hailey felt it and experienced it as Diego squeezing the higher-but-smaller breasts of Sara, and Hailey knew Diego could fuck Sara into one of those beautiful states of full-body-orgasm because Diego, he was fucking her into one of those beautiful, beautiful states absolutely... r... i... g... h... t--holy fuck!--... n... o... w!!!!!!!
