It Feels So Wrong

Lois Lane shuddered. It was just...sick. Twisted. Her stomach churned. She didn't want to upset her mother, yet at the same time she didn't think she could go through with this. Even if her body betrayed her, responding to the kisses and caresses, the warm kiss of the woman's lips against her inner thigh, Lois knew that her mind was rebelling against the idea.

"Mom," she begged, tears in her eyes. "Please don't...stop...I can't..."

"Don't worry dear," Ella Lane's voice was husky and lustful. "I won't stop. Not until you howl."

Before Lois could stop her, the old woman's face dived between her legs.

Hot breath and a hotter tongue violated the reporter's slit. Lois shuddered, fighting the bile rising in her throat, hating herself for the arc of pleasure that ran up her spin as her mother buried her tongue deep inside her aching, neglected cunt. She hadn't been touched by another person for months, and the forceful penetration of her sensitive slit by the aged dyke was igniting terrible pleasures inside of her.

Pain distracted her as she dug her nails into the palms of her hand. She hated this. Hated the idea of her mother going down on her, eating her pussy, that skillful tongue slithering deep into her recesses, licking up her juices. This wasn't the kind of reunion she had dreamed of, when she had wished to see her mother again. To know that her own mother was a raging rugmunching lesbian...and that she was licking her own daughter's dirty cunt!

Lois hated herself. Hated herself for panting and moaning under her mother's skillful ministrations. For not being strong enough to say "No" as the old woman's mouth sucked at her clit, two cold, bony fingers pressing deep inside, tugging at the walls of her pussy, stretching her out...

"I have something to show you..." Ella mumbled to her daughter. "Something special."