Date: Tue, 27 May 2003 22:37:46 -0400 From: BPsmith Subject: Metaxa madness. Ch 3 Metaxa madness. (FF,inc,toys.) By: Pornsmith. Chapter 3. Staring into the mirror I saw Annie standing behind me, watching me. She must have sensed my turmoil, but instead of letting me pull back from the brink, she gave me the final little shove. I heard her move, and then felt her against my back, and staring into the eyes of my mirror image she pressed her hot, moist lips to the side of my neck. I shivered at the touch than gasped as her tongue flicked into my ear, and her voice came through to me as if from a deep well. "Go with it Mom. You know it had to happen. It was always there. You and I were always different. I knew it was going to happen when I came back." I was watching her mouth nuzzling into my neck, watched that lush young body grinding against mine and knew that there was no way I could stop. Just the idea of kissing her, touching her, seeing her naked was enough to push me to the brink. I leaned back against her. "Oh God...please darling. This is so wrong." I didn't really know what I was pleading for, but she did. I saw her hands slide under my arms, the long fingers curl under my tits, her thumbs and forefingers press down on the thick, hard nipples, and whimpered as she began to pinch. We stood there like that, with me leaning back against her, her two hands mauling at my boobs and our eyes met in the glass. My breasts looked heavy and very white and the nipples were like dark pebbles on the large, puffy aureoles. I sagged a little as she began to squeeze and turned my head so she could kiss my mouth. At 5'7" Annie is a little taller than I am and very strong and there was not the slightest doubt as to who was in the lead. She had one hand on my hip and the other was cupping the back of my head and I told myself that she would hold me if I tried to pull away, but that was only an excuse for not resisting. Despite her bravado, the kiss was hesitant at first, almost as if she was testing, and if that's what it was, I failed. Her lips were warm and wet on mine and I could taste her lipstick as her tongue began to push into my slightly open mouth. I resisted, refused to open my lips for her but did not pull away, and that was the only encouragement Annie needed. I felt her right hand slip farther around me, the grip on my head became firmer, and mashing her lips to mine she snaked her tongue deeper into my mouth. After the slow start it became a hard, demanding kiss, and I didn't even realize when I began to respond to her. Moaning, I began to suck her tongue, swabbing my own around the insides of her mouth, tasting the muskiness, the brandy and that woman smell that I smelled on her when she came in. I pulled my head back and stared into her eyes. "You taste like her..." "I know. She made me eat her out. You like it?" But it was a rhetorical question and she didn't give me a chance to answer. She kissed me again and this time there was no question of resisting. Making small, hungry sounds I was sucking on her tongue again and my arms slipped around her neck as I ground against her. I felt both her hands grip into my ass-cheeks, kneading, rubbing, and I felt my insides melt. She was firm yet soft and the top of my tits were mashed against her boobs, and suddenly I had the urge to take the nips into my mouth and suck them until she screamed. Then I felt her shift, felt her thigh press into my crotch, and some of the old skills returned like magic. Shuffling my feet apart I lifted my knee and heard her moan into my mouth as the top of my leg began to grind against her pussy through those ruined panties. It was years and years since I last did this with a woman, but I still remembered the strange thrill of that dry-fuck, and awkward or not, I knew I was going to cum. Then she twisted her mouth away from mine and I felt totally confused. "What... don't..." "I am not. We are not stopping! I am gong to fuck you!" "Oh... oh god..." "Oh god yes or no!? I want to hear it. I want you to say it!" "Yes. Yes! YES!!!" I was nearly shouting the words at the end and then we fell strangely silent, almost as if frightened by what we just both said. Then we were kissing again, our tongues flicking, rubbing against each other until I could feel saliva staining the corner of my mouth. I was flushed, shaking, not sure if I wanted to make love or get fucked, but we were way too far gone to take it slow. I felt her mouth nuzzle the side of my neck, felt her right hand move down between us and crouched a little to give her more room. Her palm was warm and damp between my thighs, the fingers demanding and I gasped as two of them slid into me. I was hanging onto her and sensed her looking into my face as she began to push deeper and deeper into my slot, and sighed as she added a third digit to the first two. I thought of that obscene Metaxa bottle and almost came. "My clit... do my clit... Make me cum again..." I couldn't believe I said that but at this point worrying about language was more than ridiculous. No longer caring I humped my hips to take more of her fingers up my spasming, leaking cunt, and her voice was a hoarse, understanding whisper against my mouth. "I intend to, you big horny slut! Your cunt is like a swamp!" She raised her hand up close to her face and her eyes were bright as she licked at her cream-soaked fingers before she brushed the tips across my lips. "Here... taste yourself... like honey..." It wasn't like honey of course. It was slightly tart and there was a tinge of brandy in the taste and I thought of the bottle again as two fingers slipped deeper between my lips. I licked her twisting digits, hesitantly first, than harder, and as our eyes held I knew that the parent-child relationship was the thing of the past forever. Annie knew it too, and there was a slight change around her mouth as she reached out with her other hand. Her palm was damp as she cupped my breast, her thumb and forefinger harsh on the bursting nipple and I gasped as she pinched down. The pain was exquisite and I hunched my hips forward to grind my sloppy wet cunt against her strong, smooth thigh and had to hang onto her not to fall down. She jammed her leg back into me and I could feel her fingers tug at the knob, twisting it, pulling at it, stretching my fat tit off my chest until I was moaning into her palm... "Hurts... You are hurting me..." "And you like it! Say you like it!" "Yes...Oh god...More. Harder! Do me harder!" Her lips on mine cut off the words and her tongue was digging deep into my throat, and I was gasping into her mouth as her thumb and forefinger used my nipple like a radio knob. She was hurting me but it felt glorious, and then I felt her saliva coated hand glide back down my belly toward my mound again. I was still humping her leg, grinding my drooling slit into her thigh until her fingers tugged at my bush and I pulled my ass back a little to give her room. Anne stepped back to adjust the angle of our bodies, and I crouched more to open myself wider. She was still pinching with one hand while the other was cupping my splayed open cunt. She was using all four fingers on the slit, rubbing the mushy surface in controlled wide circles, and as the fingertips moved across the engorged clit I knew I was going to burst. I felt her fingers curl into my hole and humped my hips to take her deeper, and then my legs failed and I sank down on the floor... She watched me fall back on the rug and stood over me, flushed, breathing hard, her eyes bright with an excitement that was almost scary. She looked gorgeous, and staring up at her I admitted to myself some of the things that I never dared to think through before. That I wanted her like this... that I`ve been wanting her like this for ages...that what she said a minute ago was true. We always had this thing between us. She was young and fresh and beautiful, and even though she had gorgeous, grapefruit sized tits, the focus of my attention was lower down, at the juncture of her thighs. The hair on her mound was curly, a dark auburn, and the sight of it sent the shakes through me. Like mother like daughter... Without thinking I slipped my right hand between my legs and felt the damp springy mat of my own bush. I was staring up at her and she was looking down at me, and her voice reflected my own incredible passion. "You like it? You like me like this, mom?" "Yes... so beautiful... You are so beautiful!" "So are you... Your big tits... Your big cunt...Don't stop... I want to see you do it again... I can cum just watching you finger fuck your cunt." "You are filthy! It turns you on... talking dirty..." "And how! Come on... Do it! She was practically shivering with excitement and suddenly became very aware of my fingers rubbing over my slit. God she was like me! This thing with masturbating, this obsession with watching!... I was sticky wet and my whole pussy felt swollen and I pulled my thighs farther apart to give myself more room, and then incredibly the picture of my mom doing this flashed into my memory. Her big hairy cunt, four fingers pushing up her, her thumb curled under to make a fist...She had been half on her side and she didn't see me and I had closed the door as I backed away. It wasn't that long ago, shortly after dad died, but I made myself forget it. Until now... Now it all came back and I realized that there were other memories ready to explode to the surface. Then Annie was down on her knees front of me and her eyes were glued to my moving hand. I had to swallow as I saw her long fingers curl around her glorious, firm tits. "Keep doing that Mom... I can't believe this is finally happening..." "Ohhh . oohhhh! This is so sick!..." "I know... Nasty! And you love it! Say you love it..." "Yes... So hot. I am so fucking hot... please Annie..." I guess maybe that was what she was waiting for. For me to ask her... to beg her. I was shaking as she moved forward between my thighs and I spread myself wider, and then she was kneeling in front of me and I had my legs pulled way up and felt her fingers on the edge of my cuntlips as she pulled them apart. She was staring into my slit as if mesmerized and I wished that I had a shower earlier and that I had a prettier, smaller pussy, and that I at least had given myself a trim job but then her head dipped forward and all my insecurities vanished. Her mouth was open and hot as she started to suck me, and as her lips tightened around my throbbing clit I realized that I was at the very edge of another climax. I felt her pinch down and pull, felt her fingers over my hands stretching the puffy lips farther apart, heard her make little sounds as she practically chewed on me, and then I exploded in one of the wildest orgasms of my life. I was moaning and grunting as I hunched against her flushed face, and as my hands pressed against the back of her head I had the crazy urge to swallow her up, to pull her back into my womb where she came from. I am a messy fuck and I could feel my juices bubbling at the edges of my cunthole, could feel the creamy rivulets seeping down the inside of my thighs into my ass crease, and could hear Annie swallow as she tried to take as much down her throat as she could manage. She had her tongue in me now, licking, flicking deeper and deeper into my slit, searching for more pussy cream, and even in the throws of that incredible orgasm I marveled at the silky smoothness of her sweaty skin. I was wild and greedy and wanted more and the way her lips gripped my engorged clit indicated that we were far from finished. She pushed my legs up and apart, and the rug felt fuzzy and rough under the soles of my feet as I pressed down to give myself greater leverage. I was aware that I was making harsh, grunting sounds as I lurched against her flushed face, and yelped as her fingers dug into my ballooning ass cheeks. Then she was looking up at me, her face covered with my icky cream, and her voice was urgent as she pulled me a bit forward. "Your tits... Play with those tits while I fuck your cunt. Love your big jugs... those soft...fat mommy jugs..." My breasts felt heavy in my palms as I began to lift them, and the way she was staring at me made me forget that I was no longer young and firm, and that the mushy globes had a sag to them now. In a way they are strange with the huge puffy aureoles and the long, thick nipples, but men always loved them and Phil used to tell me that they were a porno queen's dream, and used to make me do all kinds of nasty things to them. Without thinking, I began to pinch down on the two hard knobs, then started to twist them until the ache became a sharper pain. I was whimpering as I humped my cunt against her hand and felt myself stretch as she pushed all four fingers into my hole. Then she pressed her thumb down on my clit and her voice was a breathless command. "Suck them. I want to see you suck your tits Mom!" Until that moment I functioned in a kind of fuck-daze, aware, but not. Calling me Mom while telling me to suck my tits brought the awful truth into focus... We were fucking each other. Mother and daughter were fucking each other for real. My near naked daughter was kneeling front of me playing with my big, sloppy cunt! And the realization got me so HOT. It was so DIRTY. My breast felt sweaty and full under my mauling fingers and I bit down on the obscenely long nipple just as the thumb and forefinger of her left hand pinched my clit. The pain was sharp and I yelped as she pinched harder as if she knew that that was what I wanted. She was breathing through her half open mouth as she pressed harder and I whimpered in pain but didn't ask her to stop. Then she had her open mouth plastered against my gaping hole and her nose was rubbing against my bursting cherry and I could feel my juices flowing down the insides of my thighs into my deep dank ass crease and the messy, slimy sensation pushed me to the brink. Gasping, making little piggy sounds I sucked the swollen, fat nipple deep into my mouth, then took more, almost as if trying to take my whole tit inside. People make fun of the "recovered memory" syndrome, but it's not all bunk. Sucking my own tits jolted a trigger because suddenly I was four years old again, feeding on mom's breast, sharing with my little baby sister, loving the fat nipple spurting into my mouth, loving the sticky sweetness of the milk, loving mom cooing at me, loving her fingers rubbing me between my chubby thighs... There were other things, filthy things that came back like flashes, but this was not the time to dwell on those. Hungrily, I switched tits, and as Annie looked up at me I slid forward a little. There was no need to tell her what I wanted because by this time we were perfectly tuned. She lip-bit me first and then her tongue began to swipe downward, and I gasped as the broad surface began to lick across the sweaty dark crease. I was wide open and when her mouth pressed against the flat-stretched hole, I started to babble." "Yes, Jesus yes! Soo hot. There! I want to feel your tongue way up there." "Say the words! Come on bitch, I want to hear it!" "My ass! Ohh god Annie. Suck my horny ass. Stick your fucking tongue up my fat ass and ream me out, you cunt. You teasing lesbian cunt!" Then suddenly the tip was in me, pushing, burrowing, flicking inside. I don't know how deep she got but it felt like inches, and then she began to suck me, suck me hard, and I pushed down on her to get that wonderful probe farther into my dilating anal passage. I knew I was a mess down there, covered with sweat and saliva and cunt juice, and the place was reeking with sex, and that turned me on even more. I was moaning, whimpering, begging her to stick her tongue into me, in my ass, up my cunt, to eat me, fuck me, bugger me before I went insane. Then her mouth was on my cunt again, her lips gripping my bursting clit and two of her fingers were corkscrewing up my asshole but that wasn't enough. "More... harder! Fuck it into me you goddamn dyke!!! Fuck me...Fuck me! Fuck me you SLUT!!!" "You like that bitch? You like what I am doing to you? "Yes...Yes... Love it. Love it back there. My cunt too. Do my cunt too." "The bottle. Where is that fucking bottle... I am going to use it on you!..." "Ohhh yes. YES. Get it Oh Christ, get it..." I watched her move, watched her looking at the long, tapering flask, and then she took a long swig. I saw her lips curl around the neck, saw her tongue lick across the glass, and her eyes were wide as she savored the taste. "I told you it tastes like cunt. Yours and mine. You really want this?" Her voice was a raw whisper and she was already pushing the smooth neck between the hairy folds of my slit and I reached down to pull the swollen lips wider apart. We were both staring as she began to twist the tip into the obscenely big hole that looked like a bearded, hungry mouth, and all at once I knew what I wanted. The long dark bottle was cold and hard, not at all like a real cock or even a plastic vibrator, but it felt wonderful, and I groaned as the widening column began to stretch me. "Feels good. All of it! I want all of it!" "I know! I know what you want!" "Stuff it up me... I am so wet I could take a horse..." "Maybe you will. Maybe we'll find you one with a huge cock and I'll help you to fuck him..." "...ohhh... ohh yes... like that! Do it just like that..." "...get a hold of his monster prick and rub it on your fat tits... on your face, mouth..." "...my cunt! You could lead it into my horny cunt..." "...rub it across your clit... into your twat... jiggle it into your belly..." "...guide it deep... all the way up... make him fuck me all the way up!" We were both crazy by then, lost in a kind of a fuck haze, and I was clutching her hands as we pumped that glass monster up me. I had over half of it inside and it felt smooth and hard and began to hurt but I was beyond caring. I knew her prattle about the horse was just `mind-fucking', but it worked. Grinding down on the bottle I could almost believe that it was a huge live prick attached to a powerful snorting stud, and the very idea of it drove me insane. I was fucking up at her and saw that thing slide almost all the way in, and at that moment I really thought I could take it all. Then the tip hit bottom and there was nowhere to go and I felt her ease off a little. I was at the edge and Annie herself was real close and I reached down to pull her up to me. She was confused at first but then she understood and never letting the Metaxa go she twisted on top of me. Her pussy was a smaller version of mine but I was too far gone to savor the details, and she didn't really want it slow. I mashed my mouth into her gash, and as her tongue flicked across my clit I started to suck her. She was grinding her cunt into my face and I was clutching at her incredible ass and then she told me that she was cuming, and as I yelped into her oozing cunt hole she smacked my clit really hard, and that did it. It was like a tidal wave and it went on and on and when it was over we were both lying on the floor, clutching at each other, unable to make a sound, unwilling to move apart. I don't know how we got upstairs and much of the rest is a kind of a blur. I remember little snippets, but much of it is disjointed. I remember being on my back, my arms hooked under my knees, my daughter kneeling beside me driving the brandy bottle up my cunt, I remember the two of us in a 69, with me eating her out while she was still using that glass cock, I remember Annie wide open, begging me to use the thing on her ass, and I remember the two of us entwined on the big bed totally exhausted, kissing, licking each other's face, saying things to each other that were filthy and hot and totally disgusting. And the last thing I remember is her warm, sweaty body plastered to mine, her thigh pressed into my poor abused pussy while I flexed my own into her slit. She murmured something that sounded like she loved me, but I was already drifting. After that there was just darkness...