Being more experienced than Sara, you take Mark into mouth further than she had Johnathan. You loved Mark's taste, moaning your approval as you suck him hard into your mouth. It wasn't long before you were deepthroating him, his balls coming against your chin.
"You are such a magnificent slut, Tara," he compliments.
You take him out of your mouth for a moment, smiling at the compliment. "Thank you, Mark. And you're a fucking hung stud. Perfect to service a devoted slut of Lilith." Speaking of you look to where Sara is sucking furiously on Johnathan, but not being able to take his full size. As you stroke Mark's cock, the other hand massaging his balls, you find yourself coaching Sara on. Even though you know she can't hear you, you were still her mother and your instinct to help her improve was just as strong, if not stronger than ever. "Relax your throat, sweetie. Take him all the way in, slowly. There's no hurry." Mark was moaning in pleasure at your efforts, his eyes closed to enjoy the sensations better.
What you saw next surprised you. She did indeed stop with her speedy, albeit only halfway sucking of Johnathan's dick. Instead she relaxed the muscles of her throat and began to slowly but surely take him all the way in. Johnathan moaned in appreciation of Sara's new tactic, surprised but pleased at the change.
You decided to try something. "Hon, give his balls a little squeeze. He likes that."
True enough, after a couple seconds Sara's hand moves and grasps Johnathan's full balls, giving them a light squeeze.
Mom? Is that you?
The words were not sound at all, but seemed to be a direct message into your mind. You knew it was Sara immediately, and that she was confused and somewhat troubled, but not enough to stop what she was doing. You somehow instinctively knew what to do.
It's me, sweetie, you assure her, willing your thoughts to Sara. 'I'm not sure, but I think somehow our bond as mother and daughter has caused the virus to form a beneficial mutation us. I think we're speaking telepathically!
Sara popped Johnathan's cock out of her mouth, taking a few breaths. "Just taking a breather, hot stuff," she assured Johnathan, standing up.
"Not to worry, Sara. You were doing wonderfully.
"Thanks," she said with a smile, but then spoke in your mind again. Seriously? That's kind of cool! But hey, how do you know what I'm doing?
See the wall to your left? It's a one-way mirror. I'm on the other side with Mark. I wanted to see you have fun. You felt a pleasant tingle in your brain, realizing it was the mental equivalent of your daughter's infectious laugh.
Sure, Mom. That and you wanted to get off watching your daughter get plowed by this hunk's horse-cock.
You sent a mental tingle of laughter at Sara, seeing for a moment Sara's eyes sparkle as she received your warm emotion. That, too, you conceded.
But Mom, I want to watch you get fucked too!' The sensation in your mind reminded you of Sara's playful whine. 'I bet that dilf you hooked up with can fuck like a jackhammer!
So can the stud you're with I assure you. You glanced over to a small panel on the far wall and a series of buttons. Maybe we can both get what we want, but no reason to let the boys think they have all the advantages.
Oooh, sexy sneaky! I like it! The sensations gave off intense mischievous glee. Got an idea!
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