Buried Betwixt

Normally, Lamont and LaDonna were like ships passing in the night. They didn't acknowledge that the other was fucking Elizabeth. They didn't talk about it with Elizabeth. It was simply a tenuous, if tense, peace.

But sometimes they both had needs. Elizabeth was on all fours, her face buried in LaDonna's sex, sucking noisily on the clit, breathing in LaDonna's heavy perfume, enjoying her soft skin, fresh with lotion, and the purple heels resting on her back. She barely even heard the door open. But she obviously felt the large, Antoine-sized cock slap against her asscheeks.

She didn't say anything. Lamont didn't say anything. LaDonna didn't say anything. Anyone saying anything would break the peace. So they didn't. But the contrast between the sweet smelling Black lesbian mother on one end, and the musky masculine Black son on the other, had Elizabeth's cunt drooling as she felt Lamont slide inside her. And she spent that morning, no one saying a word, buried betwixt them until they'd all had their share of orgasms.