Double-Fist Her Daughter's Cunt

Ella Lane's hands clasped together, middle knuckles aimed at her daughter's slit. Lois shook at the sight of her mother's face, rapt with some demonic joy, split by a wide smile.

"Mom, no," the reporter begged. "I can't take it, you'll split me..."

"Oh darling, I could never hurt you," both hands seemed slimy and dripping with clear oil. "But you won't believe what your body can do."

Instinctively, Lois tried to close her legs—but too late. The inside of her knees clapped against the old woman's bony shoulders. Ella's knuckles pressed against her daughter's pussy.

Lois hissed, remembering what it had been like with only one hand inside of her. She had never been stretched so far, not by anyone. Now...she could feel herself start to hyperventilate a little, body sensing danger, and **** herself to calm down, control her breathing. The reporter knew that other women had been double-fisted and survived, even enjoyed it.

Granted, it all seemed to be happening so fast. Ella's hands were only perhaps an inch deep, and already Lois felt like she was at her limit, knuckles pressing against the reporter's labia. Her mother pressed harder, and Lois winced, feeling her pussy stretch as the joined hands slipped deeper inside.

"A woman's cunt is made to bare a child," her mother said. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you what it was like when you passed through me. Spread me wider than your father ever could. I orgasmed as you were crowning..."

The reporter shuddered, know she should be horrified by this, but in honesty the idea that she had made her mother cum was...making her wet. Just the little bit of added lubrication that Ella needed to slip her hands in deeper, Lois' labia slipping over the first knuckle.

Lois could feel her hips shake, her own pussy quivering in sympathetic vibration as she thought of what it would be like to give birth.

"I...I want to know what that feels like, someday." Lois panted.

With a fierce shove, Ella pressed her arms forward, clasped double-fist burying itself totally inside the reporter's pussy. Lois Lane's eyes went wide at the sudden invasion, grunting involuntarily, pussy squirting as she temporarily lost all control. Like that, her mother's hands were inside of her, spreading her channel wide.

It felt...Lois was lost for words. It felt like nothing she had ever known. The only thing she could compare it to was getting fisted by her mother a few minutes earlier, and this was even broader, her pussy stretched beyond what she had thought was her ultimate limit, the old woman's wrists rubbing against each other at the entrance to her gaping cunt...

"You will, Lois," her mother whispered. "You will know exactly what it feels like."