Metaxa MadnessChapter 2
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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.
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