Carry on till you come!

Willow kneels on all fours, head under the redwood bench beneath you, so that your legs are either side of her, but your ass is still on the bench.

Alex kneels behind her, takes his cock in hand and slides his full length in, then he grasps your thighs and drops his head between them once again and begins to lap once more. You lift your heels from the floor and dig them into the side of Alex's firm buttocks. You thrill to the feel of his muscles shifting under your feet. "Ah, yes!" you cry, when his hot tongue probes inside you.

You feel your orgasm building again. As Alex begins to move his hips, stroking his meaty cock into your daughter's puss, your heels slip from his wet flesh and slide down to Willow's soft buttocks. "Oh!" your daughter gasps, "Yes, mother!"

Your knees are splayed out to each side (bless all that yoga!) as you look down Alex's back. Beautiful, smooth, with a young man's natural muscles. His butt dips up and down as he pumps Willow, who is beginning to moan in earnest underneath your seat. She was born to be fucked, praise Goddess, just like you. You close your eyes to listen, and the wet little sounds of your daughter's pussy stand out. You put a hand to Alex's head, patting it in the same rhythm you hear. He gets the idea and soon his tongue thrusts into your pussy are matching his cock thrusts into Willow. You raise your other hand to your breasts, squeezing each nipple turn and turn about.

The sounds of your well-fucked daughter, Alex's hot breath and thrusting tongue, Willow's soft buttocks quivering under your heels, your nipples twitching from your squeezes...all together, they carry you up, up, and away. Your hot clit starts firing bolts of pleasure through your body, and you fall back against the wooden partition as you come.

As your first orgasm subsides, you hear your daughter's voice from below you. "Go, mom, go! Get her off, Alex!" Alex moves his tongue up to your clit, and you can't even catch your breath before he takes you up to a second, higher orgasm. You grind your hips into Alex's face and moan loudly as you hit your peak.

You push Alex's head away gently, over-sensitive to touch after your double come, wipe your damp brow and raise your head.

In the doorway, you see Cedric in jeans and T-shirt, watching, mouth slightly open. He's holding a little stoneware jug of what must be Willow's orange syrup.

His jeans have a distinct bulge in the front. Nice recovery! you think. You're tempted to beckon him in, but you don't want to make everybody late for the wedding.

You feel your daughter's buttocks jiggle between your heels as Alex, now kneeling upright, continues to ball his bride-to-be. Willow is starting to giggle, "hee-hee-uh! kee-hee-hee-uh!" punctuated with a grunt each time Alex bumps her butt.