Scissoring

"I want..." Lois hesitated, blushed. It felt so wrong, just to say it out loud. She took a deep breath, swallowing her fear, just like her mother had taught her so long ago, and when she spoke again it was straight from the heart. "...I want our cunts to kiss. I want to rub my pussy against yours until we both come. Mom will you scissor with me?"

Ella Lane smiled at her daughter—a real smile, the smile from Lois' memories, the pure maternal smile that accompanied every time Lois had brought home an A, that had come with every hug—and the reporter barely heard her mother say "Of course dear, I'd love to" as the older woman slipped out of what was left of her clothes.

Lois' mother slid into bed with her daughter. The reporter's heart was threatening to burst from her chest, a little giddy every time her skin touched her mother's, every time she caught sight of her mother's breasts with their dark nipples, or her mother's pussy with its dark lips and carefully trimmed white bush...

Is that what I'm going to look like, when I get older? Lois gulped, not sure where to look, eyes flicking from the pale blue veins that stood out beneath the pale, shapely teardrops on her mother's chest, the thin trickle of fluid from her mother's juicy cunt. Am I really going to rub pussies with the cunt I came from?

"I almost can't believe I'm about to do this with my own daughter," Ella whispered as she moved over her daughter. "To think, you were born here..."

Slipping astride Lois' right leg, Ella moved forward until their crotches touched. The two women gasped in unison. All their thoughts and energies focused on that point of contact, the feeling of pressure and friction of one cunt pressed against another. Lois licked her lips, lost for a moment in the new sensation—it was so different from being penetrated, to just feel that warm flesh pressed against her quim...and then Ella moved.

The older woman, straddling her daughter's right leg, began grinding her crotch against Lois' own. Pussies rubbed together, Ella in the lead, almost mounting her daughter, while Lois lay supine, shifting her hips and buttocks back and forth. Their pussy lips brushed against each other, clit rubbing against skin, and Lois couldn't tell which of them was wetter, but their cunts squished against each other as Ella began to rub harder and faster.

Time seemed to lose all meaning. They could have been there for minutes or hours, and Lois was lost in a lusty-daze as she felt the excitement grow within her, and stared up at her mother as a flush spread across her face and chest, those old titties flopping, slick with sweat, and Lois wanted to suck on them. There was a burning heat where their cunts were locked together, and Lois could feel her climax building, waiting for release...

...but her mother came first. Ella Lane gave up all pretense of motherly dignity and began humping her daughter's leg like an animal, eyes half-squeezed shut, breasts heaving, voice a constant huffing series of moans as she began to thrust her cunt into her daughter's quim with almost maniacal fury, and Lois for her part had to bring a hand up to her mouth and bite into a knuckle to stifle her scream.

The older woman had no such reservations. Her legs clamped on Lois tight, her pussy gushing as she squirted into her daughter's trapped cunt, letting out a howl of satiated lust and desire as she climaxed...and then half-collapsed into her daughter's arms, their sweaty bodies lying pressed against each other.

Facing each other, faces barely an inch away, breathing heavily, Lois instinctively leaned forward and gave her mother a little kiss on the lips...and then another one. Their hands found each other, fingers intertwining, palms pressed against each other so their pounding pulses seemed almost as one.

"Mom," Lois whispered, aware there was not much time left until midnight. "I wish..."