Mom’s MILF Spirits: Spilling All Over Mel and Me

Mom lied back and fell into my arms as Melanie began to feel mom’s now smooth freshly shaved pussy. I watched as Melanie ran her fingers over my mother’s contoured sexual lips. Mom’s pussy definitely showed its mature age. Her labia, both outer and inner, were so much more pronounced than mine and definitely more so than Melanie’s. They were a dark brown and gently rippled; the fleshy curls of it running all the way down to her asshole. Yes, the years were definitely evident on it, but it still got soaking wet. 

I ran my hands further down and felt my mother’s breasts. Time had taken a toll on them also. They were saggy, but still were very sensitive to the touch. They were warm and not as firm as mine or Melanie’s, but her nipples reacted positively from my touch. They stiffened, lengthening considerably and became rather plump. Mine compared to her were baby ones. The bumps around her areola became just as rigid and felt like braille as I circled them slowly with my finger. I knew I had to taste one. 

I leaned down, cupped the bottom of one of my mother’s aged breasts, and slowly sucked in her elongated nipple. Mom shuddered and let out a slight whimper as my lips covered it. Her nipple was firm and hot and I could literally taste the blood that rushed to it that made it so hard. As I took my tongue and slowly circled her long erect nipple, mom began to moan deeply. I knew it was because of the double stimulation she was receiving. As I sucked her hard nipple, Melanie continued to feel her pussy, rubbing the top of it trying to bring mom’s clit out of hiding. I glanced down and watched mom’s ruffled sexual lips move up and down as Melanie rubbed over them. I could see her leakage form and slowly coat Melanie’s fingers. My mother may have been an older lady, but she was as sexual as ever. 

I switched to my mother’s other breast to give it some stimulation and started sucking that equally erect nipple. This time though, I massaged her breast as I gently sucked. Mom began to moan even more and I felt her body jerk as she cried out a little because Melanie had stuck a finger inside her wet pussy. I continued to massage and suck her breast and nipple as Melanie slowly moved her finger in and out of her sodden orifice. Mom suddenly arched her body and as she did, I tasted a sweetness I never experienced. I was afraid I had bitten her and drew blood. I removed my mouth to look from shock expecting to see bright red. To my surprise, I saw a pure white dripping from her nipple. I had milked my mother.

“Mmm, mom’s milk!” I said and tasted again. It was so sweet and warm as I suckled, bringing streams of it in warm spurts against my tongue.

I began to get wet as I tasted my mother’s milky nutrition. I could feel my warm inner drippings flow and slowly coat my smooth fissure. It felt as hot as my mother’s breast milk squirting onto my taste buds. Then I felt a tickle on my inner thigh leading up to my personal property. It was my mother’s hand. Mom was going to feel me. I let out a little moan upon my mother’s leaking nipple as her hand got closer to my hot wet slit. I could not wait for her hand to touch me.

Her fingers found my wet pink slot easily. Up and down my fleshy smooth fold I felt mom’s finger slide ever so delicately. My wetness covered her finger as I felt her spread my natural lubricant over my delicate divide.

“Oh Bridgette, my daughter, you are so very wet and sensually delicate. I’d love to taste your juices; feel your inner goodness flow down my throat!” Mom said through highly erotic moans.

I lifted my head from her breast, moved my body over her head and paused. I wanted her to get a good look at my dripping smooth pussy before I lowered myself to her lips. I wanted mom to see my young eighteen year old shaved chasm and make her mouth water for it. 

Melanie stopped feeling mom’s pussy long enough to see me position myself over my mother’s face. I saw the expression on my girlfriend’s face turn to a very erotic one and saw the anticipation on it as well as she waited for me to squat over my mother’s lips. The waiting was more than Melanie could take.

“Go ahead Bridgie, hunker down over your mother’s mouth. I want to watch her make you cum!” Melanie said, watching my body hover over my mother’s face.

Slowly, I started to lower myself and it hit me that I was actually going to be eaten by my own mother. The thought of that moistened my pussy even more. I could even feel my clitoral hood retract to reveal my pink clit. It poked out so prominently and so wet, it was dripping from the tip. I was ready for my mom to suck in all my pussy juice.

I felt my mother’s lips touch my sexual ones. Without hesitation, she began nibbling on my thin membranes compared to hers. She pulled slightly with her mouth and I could not help but whimper as she did. I also felt the flow from my inner cavity fall onto her lips. The moan from her deepened as well as Melanie began licking mom’s now smooth inlet. Mom was giving and receiving.

I closed my eyes as mom began to slide her tongue along my sexual groove. Her tongue was warm as it dipped inside my delicate pinkness. My body shivered and my legs gave a little more allowing mom to stick her tongue a little deeper inside me. As mom twirled her tongue inside my hot pink hole, I felt my clit begin to pulse against her lips. It was evident that mom had done this before.

I opened my eyes again and looked at Melanie and her mouth was slick with my mother’s pussy fluid. She was going at my mom’s pussy with a frenzy as my mother was eating mine at what felt like the same rate. My clit was rubbing her lips even more now and I began to breathe heavier and whimper more often. I could feel the beginnings of my spasm form. Mom knew it also.

My orgasm was approaching faster than ever; faster than Melanie ever made me cum. I was not sure what to do to be honest. I did not know what to expect since this was a first for me. Mom was bringing my orgasm to a head at quite a fast pace. I was not used to it. I just had to go with the flow.

The force of it was traveling through my entire body and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I could feel my vaginal muscle begin to constrict as my mom’s tongue was still buried deep inside it. I clenched it every so often as the spasm constricted. I felt my tightness wrap around my mom’s mouth muscle. She tried to wiggle it even more as I did, but my pussy clasped it hard and caused her just to moan as she tried to twirl it. I was not going to be able to hold it off much longer. I could feel myself wanting to just let it go and ooze all over her face.

“She’s getting ready to cum, Mrs. Wheeler! Keep working her pussy with your tongue! She will ooze all over it!” I heard Melanie say and it was more than I could take. As Melanie finished that last word, my body tensed and I let my orgasm go.

I felt the warmth of my inner essence flow out and onto my mom’s lips and heard her sucking it all in. Mom had made me cum in quick fashion. But something did not feel right. I did not feel release as I normally did. It still felt like my body wanted more; like it never had an orgasm. I knew that I did, but the aftermath was not there. There was no intense tingling through my body that triggered a feeling of climax.

I may have been oozing what orgasm I did have all over my mother’s face, and while it felt good at the time, my body yearned for more since it actually felt like it had not. Why did I not have the feeling of sexual closure? Was there something wrong me? Apparently not. Mom could tell I was not satisfied. She knew what I needed. Even I knew what I needed. But would mom try again?

How stupid of me to even think that! Somehow, all three of us switched positions and I found myself on the bottom staring up at my girlfriend’s pussy as mom straddled my waist, her ruffled sexual lips now touching my smooth love mound. I could feel the warm wetness of my mother’s personal division rest upon it as she positioned herself to ride me. I knew what was going to happen. It was going to be inevitable. Melanie also knew what was going to happen as well. That is why she faced my mother. She wanted to see it happen. Of course, I would not be able to see it, but I knew I would feel it. This was going to be the one ride of my life I would never forget.

Slowly, mom began to slide her gaping slit over my soft smooth mound. Melanie lowered her pussy to my lips and as I had done so many times before, I licked up and down her delicate flaps of flesh. As always, she tasted sweet and her clit came out of hiding. As I supped on my girlfriend’s hot wet cavity, she massaged my thirty-six B’s with both hands, doubling my stimulation.

Melanie then began to rock her body upon my face, sliding her wet tenderness on my mouth until I felt her hot moist clit touch my chin. Melanie was grinding against my face like never before. Then I heard, felt, and tasted more of Melanie’s sweet desire fall upon my tongue when she cried, “Yes Mrs. Wheeler, just like that, make my nipples hard!”

Her nipples were not the only thing on her body that was hard. Melanie’s clit was so firm, that every time it swathed across my chin, her body jolted and she whimpered like a lost puppy. I could tell she was getting close.

Not only was Melanie’s clit nice and firm, but I could also feel mom’s rub against my smooth skin and contact my own clit that was equally as hard. All three of our female parts were soaked and sensitive. I knew something special was about to happen.

“I’m. . . Oh God. . . I’m close, Bridgie, flick. . . my. . . clit! Take me over the edge!” Melanie said in broken breaths.

“Me too, my daughter! I can feel another squirt forming!”

And I was also feeling another spasm inside my sensitive separation, but I could tell it was not a real one. I knew that I would cum again, but I knew that I was also going to feel empty inside.

However, I was helping Melanie and mom get off, and I was also, but it was not going to be the same. Experiencing them get off though would be worth it, even if my pussy did not spasm.

As I was thinking all this, Melanie moaned deeply, I felt her pussy constrict upon my tongue, and with a long breath, Melanie let it go. In a slow flowing stream, I tasted her orgasm. At the same time, I heard mom yell, saw Melanie jerk her body and heard her moan out loud, then felt the warm splash of my mother’s gush on my body as it rolled off of Melanie and down to me. The subsequent squirts from mom landed right on my naked body.

I barely felt myself cum though. Again, I felt empty inside. I could not even feel my pussy twitching. It was much worse the second time around.

As mom fell off of me, she again saw it. She knew that I was not satisfied. I was all of a sudden really thinking there was something wrong with me. While I was enjoying it immensely as I sat on top of mom’s face, and how she made my pussy react and ooze, at the end of it, it did not feel natural. Mom tried again and still was unsuccessful. Was it because of being with my mother sexually? I did not think so.

Mom did not think so either. She stood, looked at me, and said, “Still nothing huh? Well, there is only one thing to do. Melanie, let’s position her on the side of the pool’s edge. I’ll show you what to do. It’s time to teach my daughter to squirt!”

I then felt my body being pulled to the side of the pool. I had no control over it. Melanie pulled me by the arms. As I went with her, a new feeling began to enter my body. It was a feeling that I was about to happen on something huge. It felt good. No, it actually felt great.

Mom jumped into the pool and Melanie made me lie down and spread my legs. Suddenly, without warning, I felt my mother’s finger enter me. The feeling I had quickly intensified. I was getting ready to learn something knew. Mom was actually going to make me squirt.