Ella Lane Sits On Her Daughter's Face

The older woman's knees were cool and hard as they rested on her daughter's shoulders. The strong, bony hands reached forward to grope the reporter's small breasts as Ella maneuvered her slit to Lois Lane's mouth. The old woman gave a sigh of satisfaction as the warm tongue split her labia.

"You know Lois, you should find someone. Man, woman, whatever. Someone to be with, a helpmeet...someone you could raise a child with..."

Lois Lane growled. She was busily licking her mother's cunny, her tongue circling the tight hole from which she and her sister had been born, and the last thing she needed right now was mom telling her to give her grandchildren.

"You do want children someday, don't you Lois?" her mother pressed...and the old woman leaned forward, her hips pressed down on Lois' face, the cool hands stretched down over the reporter's ribs.

"Sggrdflffh," Lois answered, as the weight of her mother pressed in on her nose, the labia **** inside her mouth. Making the best of the awkward situation, Lois sucked on the beef flaps, and felt the warm juices trickle down into her throat...tangy, salty, and oddly familiar.

"I'm so glad to hear that, Lois," Ella said as her hands reached her daughter's hips. Lois felt her mother pry Lois thighs apart with surprising strength. "You have no idea how happy that makes me...in fact...I want to show you..."