[All characters are 18 years or older.]
Sharing the Wealth Part-3
Melissa gets to act out her Mom & Dad fantasy
Erotic Fiction
by
Casey Bea
Part-3
When not at work, Melissa spent the next week editing the footage she'd captured of her boyfriend's MILF fantasy coming true into a pretty decent porn video.
While she had been filming, she had taken some pains to frame shots so they did not show either Bobby's or her mother's faces. Pussy-eating and cock-sucking were obviously the biggest challenges to her self-imposed no-face rule, but with the tools she had in her software, she was able to create zooms, close-ups, crops, and fades that ended up showing little more than a young man's mouth engaging a hairy pussy or a mature woman's lips wrapped around a fat, un-cut cock.
***
After dinner on Friday night, while they sat on the living room couch, each with a glass of wine, Melissa premiered the movie for her mother on the big-screen TV.
By the time they got past the point where Cassandra had dropped her dress to the floor and Bobby was ogling her MILF body in a peek-a-boo shelf bra, light panties, and a garter belt holding up her stockings, they had both taken off their clothes to be more comfortable. As Bobby sucked and bit Cassandra's big mom-boobs on the screen, they were fondling each other's tits and pinching one another's nipples on the sofa.
When Bobby got down between Cassandra's legs as she sat on the edge of the couch and he ate her hairy cunt, the two women were rubbing and fingering each other's pussies.
When they watched Cassandra push her face into Bobby's open fly, taking every inch of his stiff cock down her throat, Melissa hit the pause button. The frozen shot on the TV showed a cock-shaped bulge in Cassandra's throat.
"Okay, Mom," Melissa said, "you have got to tell me how the fuck you did that without gagging? Did you have some sort of operation? I almost puke every time Bobby bumps his knob into the back of my throat."
Cassandra laughed, and joked, "The same way you get to Carnegie Hall, sweetheart; practice, practice, practice! Actually, it's pretty simple and kind of just a trick," she went on more seriously with her ego boosted a bit by the fact that she could do something that her young, beautiful daughter couldn't do and that she was asking her advice about sex.
"A trick?" Melissa repeated. "You mean I didn't really see you take Bobby's eight-inch boner down your throat and capture it on film?" Pointing to the TV, she added, "That's a hell of an Adam's apple you got all of a sudden."
Her mother laughed again, and said, "Oh, you saw it all right! The trick has to do with your gag reflex. It turns out that it's only located at the
entrance
to your throat, not
inside
it. If he pokes his knob into your throat quickly enough, the gag-trigger gets shoved aside before it can make you even flinch. Oh, but make sure when he pulls it out, he does that quickly, too. Your sneaky little gag-reflex will be there waiting on the exit, as well."
"Good to know," Melissa said and restarted the movie.
"Bobby will think so!" Cassandra said with a chuckle.
Further on, with her tan-lined MILF ass nearly filling the screen, Cassandra watched as Bobby fucked her from behind. It was a point of view she would not normally be able to see herself in, and along with the unique view, her vivid memory of the moment, and her daughter's finger currently wiggling in her pussy, everything came together to make her cunt contract and release a small and very pleasant orgasm.
They watched as Cassandra lay on her back and Bobby fucked her throat while standing next to the bed. Melissa got a great close-up of her mother's finger up her boyfriend's ass, and the cut to a shot of his finger being pushed into her mother's upturned butt-hole.
After a fade, the TV was once again filled with Cassandra's ass as Bobby's big cock-head pushed its way into her tight little asshole. Melissa hit pause again, and said, "Okay, what's the trick
there
? It's obviously not a quick insertion. He's going so slow he looks like he's trying to torture you."
"And it was
exquisite
torture!" Cassandra replied. "I hadn't had a cock or even a dildo up my ass since before your stepdad passed away. I'd forgotten how good that stretch felt; how much I liked it."
"You
liked
getting your rectum stretched out to a point where it looked like it was going to tear?" Melissa said in disbelief. "I thought anal sex was something that women only suffered through because their
man
liked it so much."
"It started out that way with your stepdad and me," Cassandra said. "Which I guess shows how much I loved him and wanted to please him. But once I learned to relax and not fight the invasion, I started to look forward to the pain/pleasure that his cock would give me and the kind of weird stimulation that his cock gave my cunt by rubbing it from the outside. And of course, the fact that it put him over the moon to be able to fuck my ass only added to my pleasure. We women can be kind of suckers like that."
"So, it's another practice, practice, practice thing?" Melissa said. "One finger, then two fingers, then eventually cock?"
"I found that a butt-plug really helped me to be able to relax my sphincter and get used to it not being puckered up tight all the time," Cassandra replied. "If you're interested, I still have a couple different sizes that I used to put in and wear when I knew we were going to be getting it on that night."
Melissa chuckled, and said, "You walked around the house all day with a butt-plug up your rear end? I thought those only got used in bed... and maybe in the shower."
"Oh, hell, I'd go grocery shopping with a plug stuck in my ass!" Cassandra replied. "Along with the mild stretch and the full feeling it would give me as I walked around, it made me feel like a nasty slut-wife when I'd stand there in the produce aisle talking with Darcy or someone."
Melissa laughed, and said, "I think it would have made her head explode if she knew you were chatting with her with a dildo up your ass!" Darcy Clark had been their next-door neighbor for as long as Melissa could remember. She was around her mother's age, also a widow, but was about as prim and proper as Plymouth Pilgrim.
Melissa hit the play button and they watched the rest of the movie. In its edited version, the nearly hour-and-a-half of raw footage that Melissa had shot reduced down to a little over twenty-five minutes, and by the time they reached the end and Bobby had blown his third orgasm of the night into Cassandra's ass, and then Melissa had sat her drenched pussy on her mother's hidden face and blown
her
orgasm into her mouth, the two were ready to head to the bedroom to eat each other's pussies.
Melissa crawled onto her mother's king-size bed as Cassandra went to her dresser drawer to get her collection of sex toys. Returning, she asked, "You want to try a butt-plug? We can start with this little one." She held up a black rubber cone-shaped object about three inches long. It tapered from its rounded point to a bulge of about an inch before necking back down to the diameter of Melissa's thumb. Beyond that was a circular flange that would keep the plug from being sucked completely inside, acted as a means to tug it back out, and also served as a suction cup if one wanted to use it that way.
"Well, it's certainly smaller than Bobby's cock, anyway," Melissa said with a laugh. "But I'm not going shopping with it in."
As Cassandra crawled onto the bed with the plug and a bottle of lube, Melissa began to roll over onto her stomach, ready to push her ass up in the air.
"No, no," Cassandra said. "Stay on your back but pull your legs up and apart. Get your hips rotated up where I can get to your pussy and your butt-hole, too."
Having not done any anal cleaning in preparation, Cassandra didn't use her tongue to get her daughter's upturned sphincter wet--as much as she might have liked to. Instead, she drooled some of the cool lube onto Melissa's tight little rosebud and then wiped some over the smooth surface of the plug.
As soon as she touched the tip of the cone to Melissa's sphincter she clenched her ass muscles tightening the little ring against the unnatural intrusion.
Cassandra laughed, and said, "You're going to have to learn to relax and just trust me, sweetheart. Let's see if this helps." With that, she leaned down and with the tip of the plug still nuzzled lightly against her pucker she placed a loving kiss on her daughter's wet clamshell-pussy.
She wiggled her tongue between the closed lips and pushed gently on the plug at the same time. The distraction on her cunt allowed Melissa to relax momentarily and her mother got half an inch of the cone into her sphincter before she tightened up again.
Cassandra knew that that small amount of expansion wasn't causing any pain in her daughter's rectum, but she was well aware that anal sex was as much mental as it was physical... maybe even more in the beginning.
She pushed her tongue deeper and rocked her head, using her mouth to force her daughter's pussy lips apart. That allowed her to get the cone more than halfway in.
With her face planted firmly in Melissa's pussy she wiggled her tongue as deep as she could make it go while rotating the little rubber dick in her asshole. She didn't force it any deeper; she knew that she would be feeling a little stretch at that point and she wanted her to get used to it.
She soon felt that Melissa had relaxed her ass again, but instead of pushing the plug deeper, Cassandra held it in place and concentrated on eating her daughter's pussy. She rocked her face and wormed her tongue up through her drenched slit and across her engorged clit. She felt Melissa's body start to stiffen against her impending orgasm, and she concentrated her licking and sucking on her clit.
