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Lois Lane laid down on the bed as her mother crawled over her...and there it was, right in front of her.

Her mother's pussy.

This is where I was born. The reporter leveraged herself up, bringing her face closer to the slit.

I can smell her cunt. I can feel it drip onto my chest.

Heart fluttering, she extended her tongue and inched closer...just to taste it...

"Lois?" Her mother's voice came from somewhere between the reporter's own legs. The reporter halted to hear what the older woman had to say.

"I've been wanting to do this for a long time."

Something warm and wet pressed against Lois Lane's cunny. Warm lips that spread her labia apart, opening her up to allow the hot, probing tongue to explore inside... The reporter pressed her face to her mother's crotch, determined to eat her out just as well.

It was learning by doing. Lois felt the way her mother sucked gently on her clitoris, so like daughter like mother she tried it too. It was rewarding to feel those soft thighs clamp on her head, to run her tongue all over that wet slit and feel Ella Lane's own more delicate tongue do the same to her. It was a giddy elation for Lois Lane, a surreal feeling to think that right here, right now...

I'm eating my mother's pussy. Her heart pounded with emotions she couldn't express. And she's eating mine.

Time lost meaning in the eager mutual munching of muffs. They licked and sucked, tongued and kissed. Lois tasted salt and sweat, and the unique taste of her mother's cunt, that was growing on her quickly. The reporter could feel her climax building as her mother lavished her own puss with attention, and Lois redoubled her efforts, hoping her enthusiasm would make up for her lack of skill...

She could have drowned in her mother's hole until her jaw grew stiff and numb.

But all things must come to an end.