I slammed the door behind me after work, kicking off my heels and heading straight for the kitchen where my daughter Lena was leaning against the counter in nothing but a thin tank top and panties. At twenty-five she still lived at home, and lately the air between us had turned thick and charged. She looked up from her phone, eyes locking on mine, and I felt the familiar heat flood my pussy.
"Long day, Mom?" she asked, voice low and teasing. She knew exactly what she was doing, pushing those full tits forward so the nipples poked hard against the cotton.
I didn't answer with words. I crossed the room, grabbed her by the hips, and yanked her against me. Our mouths crashed together, tongues sliding deep, wet and hungry. She tasted like mint and sin. My hands slid under her tank top, cupping her heavy breasts, thumbs rubbing those stiff nipples until she moaned into my mouth.
"Fuck, Mom," she breathed when we broke for air. "I've been wet all day thinking about this."
I shoved the tank top up and sucked one nipple hard, biting just enough to make her gasp. My other hand pushed into her panties and found her shaved cunt already dripping. Two fingers slid straight inside her tight hole, pumping fast while my thumb worked her swollen clit.
Lena's legs shook. She grabbed my hair and pulled my face harder against her tit. "More. Finger-fuck me like you mean it."
I added a third finger, stretching her, curling them against that spot that made her juices run down my wrist. She came hard, cunt clenching and pulsing around my fingers, crying out loud enough that the neighbors might hear. I didn't care.
Before she finished shaking I dropped to my knees, yanked her panties aside, and buried my tongue in her soaked slit. I licked from her dripping hole up to her clit, sucking the little bud between my lips while she ground against my face. Her thighs clamped around my head as she came again, flooding my mouth with sweet, hot cream.
"Bedroom," I ordered, standing up and stripping off my blouse and bra. Lena followed, already naked, eyes glazed with lust. I pushed her onto her back on my king-size bed and climbed on top, straddling her face. She grabbed my ass and pulled my dripping cunt down onto her mouth.
Her tongue was relentless, lapping and sucking my clit while two fingers thrust into me. I rode her face hard, hips rolling, tits bouncing as I chased the orgasm building low in my belly. When it hit I ground down, soaking her chin and cheeks, moaning her name like a filthy prayer.
We switched positions fast. I lay back and spread my legs wide. Lena crawled between them, pressing her wet pussy against mine. We scissored hard, clits rubbing together, slick folds sliding and slapping with every thrust. The wet sounds filled the room. Sweat slicked our skin.
She leaned down and we kissed again, tasting our own cunts on each other's tongues.
"Don't stop," I growled, grabbing her ass to pull her tighter. "Make Mommy come on your pussy."
She rocked faster, grinding our swollen clits together until we both exploded, cunts pulsing and squirting against each other. We kept moving through the aftershocks, slow and messy, until the tremors finally eased.
Later, tangled in the sheets, Lena traced lazy circles on my breast. "Think anyone would pay for these stories?" she murmured with a wicked grin.
I laughed, already sliding my hand between her legs again. "Who needs to pay when we get it for free every night?"
She moaned as my fingers found her again, and we started round two, bodies already slick and ready for more.
