Are you finished greeting our guest?
From Torg Adventure
"Are you finished greeting our guest, sweetheart?" she asked, smiling at her lingerie-clad daughter.
"Oh yes, Mother!" she said happily, giving my dick a lingering squeeze. "I greeted him very well," Kindal said with a beaming smile.
"Now Kindal, part of giving good head is learning not to brag; let the man speak for himself," she said with a look of mock disapproval. "Paul, did my daughter welcome you to your satisfaction?"
"Why yes she did," I said cordially. Kindal softly stroked the underside of my dick, making sure it wasn't going limp again any time soon. "She was a very considerate greeter for the evening, Donna," I continued.
"Did she inform you of the night's festivities?" Donna asked as a smile of approval crept across her face.
"Only that she is receiving lessons in pleasing me at your request, and tonight's lesson is the blow job," I answered quickly.
"Then she has done as she was instructed. Won't you come in?" Donna retorted and threw open the door, revealing that she was wearing a black silk teddy identical to the red one that her daughter wore. She turned and swayed back into her house, walking along a candle-lit path.
"I thought I already did come in," I said quietly to Kindal. She rolled her eyes and lead the way, trying to not block my view of her mother's sexy ass as we walked in the door.
"She really does have an ass to die for, doesn't she," Kindal said quietly. My dick twitched heavily in my hands as I rolled over and around what she just said. Kindal laughed quietly and started stroking as we walked. We made it to the dining room table where there was a place setting for one. Donna pulled out the chair and gestured for me to sit down, which I eagerly did.
"Kindal, part of giving a good blow job is learning to appreciate it when a man eats your pussy, for in order to give, you must receive," she said as Kindal stepped in front of me, her tits at face level for an instant before she sat on the table. She carefully lifted herself and pushed herself back, spreading her legs wider than my shoulders and letting me drink in the sight of her shaved pussy in the candle light. I couldn't help but notice the glistening of her cum on either side of her lips and even down onto her legs as it shone in the flickering light. Without needing to be told to do so, I moved slowly toward the spreading lips before me and inhaled the sweet, clean fragrance of this incestuous little pussy before running my tongue along its length from her taint to her clit and back again, making slow circuits and loving the flavor of her sweet pussy. Kindal shivered a little and moaned, laying completely back against the table and giving me a better angle on her pussy.
I slowly started my assault on her hairless sex, the tip of my tongue flicking and twitching as it made slow circles around her clit and then flexing and curling as it plunged into her depths. She started squirming and practically gushing on the spot as she rode my tongue like a champion barrel racer. Her thighs clenched tight around my ears and I felt a well-manicured set of finger nails on my shoulders an instant before the hand that they belonged to. I stopped my assault on Kindal's snatch and she relaxed a little, enough for me to free my head. She lay there panting and quivering as I felt Donna's hand start stroking my shoulder.
"Now, it's time for the festivities to begin..." Donna said in a half moan, her voice trailing off deliciously.
Festivities?
