Reunions

Maybe all the stories of the past, memories of being wild and experimenting in her marriage had gotten her all worked up. Perhaps kissing Daniel in the dining room of her ex-husband’s house, and feeling his cock hardening as it pressed against her thigh, had gotten her motor running long before she even stepped inside the hotel suite. Or it could be that the very situation itself, making out with a man in the same room while her daughter passionately kissed his son only a few feet away, had her feeling so incredibly naughty that she just couldn’t say no.

Whatever it was, Brooke couldn’t deny that she was extremely aroused, and that was why she didn’t stop her ex-husband’s business partner as he kissed her and slid his hand along her thigh. Her eyes wide open while he kissed her, she watched his hand disappear up her dress. From then on she measured the distance from her pussy by the feeling of his fingers on her leg. Six inches. Four. Two. One. Half. A third. A quarter.

Her eyelids flickered when he made contact. His fingertips danced around the stiff nub of her clit through the thinness of her panties. She moaned into his kiss and sank deeper into the pleasure. But even when she was feeling good, she couldn’t shake the knowledge that her daughter was in the same room, seeing her mother with a hand up her skirt. Using all of her willpower, she looked ahead and watched her daughter.

Heather however didn’t see anything. She wasn’t paying any attention to her mother at all. She had pulled back from her kiss with young Andrew, and was stepping back, positioning herself between his legs. Slowly and seductively, she dropped to knees and ran her hands up his thighs towards his belt, feeling the young man’s cock between his pressed trousers. And even though Brooke couldn’t see past her daughter’s head, she could hear the unmistakable clang of metal as his belt was undone and his pants were pulled down.

It was true. Her daughter really didn’t seem to care. Confident that the events of today wouldn’t traumatize her, at least not any more than she already was, Brooke began to relax, and Klaus sensed it. He withdrew his hand from her clit and pulled her legs up onto the sofa as he broke their kiss. With a strong hand on each leg, he spread her willing thighs, the mere motion causing her tight skirt to slide up her legs and bunch around her waist. He moved down, half kneeling and brought his mouth close to her still panty covered clam.

Before Klaus’ mouth ever came close to her, Brooke could already hear a slurping, sucking sound coming from the other sofa. Turning her head, she looked upon her daughter, and although she couldn’t see Andrew’s cock at first, she recognized the obvious bobbing motions of a girl sucking cock. When Heather pulled back, gasping to catch her breath, Brooke saw her take the cock in hand and pump it, the saliva that coated it from Heather’s mouth bubbling between her fingers.

The sight of Andrew’s cock sent a shiver through Brooke’s body, though that might also have had something to do with the senior Nordstein man leaning in to lick at her pussy through her thin panties, tasting all of the juices she’d already soaked them in. The son’s cock shared many features with that of the father in terms of size and color, but she had to marvel at the young man’s hardness. It had been many years since she seen a twenty-year-old cock, not since she herself was in her twenties, and she’d forgotten just how stiff they could get.

Not that Klaus couldn’t get hard. The bulge in his pants made it very obvious that he could. And she doubted that a young man such as Andrew would have developed such excellent pussy licking skills as his father. Klaus pulled her panties aside and kissed her lower lips, his tongue flicking over her labia and directly tasted her inner sweetness. He lapped at her with long, slow strokes, ending with a flick of the tip of his tongue against her clit, making the MILF moan into her hands, still disturbed about Heather hearing her.

If Heather had heard, she still didn’t care, resuming her suckling of Andrew’s sizable dick, and showing off the skills she’d learned from deepthroating her much thicker father by taking him completely in her mouth and throat. And this time it was Andrew who groaned a loud, matching Brooke’s volume.

“Ooooh, fuck yeah,” Andrew groaned, as he used a hand to sweep Heather’s hair away from her face. Rather than being helpful, he simply wanted a clear view of his dick enveloped in her mouth all the way down to his balls. “I’d forgotten how good your mouth feels.”

“Mmmmm, oh my god, yes, right there, lick there,” Brooke encouraged Klaus on the other sofa, both terrified and aroused by the idea of having an orgasm in the very same room as her daughter.

But Klaus didn’t let up, and her pleasure kept mounting. His tongue circled her entrance, slipping inside occasionally, warming her up to the feeling of being penetrated. She didn’t even know what to do with herself. One minute her fingers would be entwined in her own hair as she threw back her head against the armrest and moaned loudly, the next, she’d be almost doubled over, twitching as her hands held his mouth tight to her pussy, forcing him to continue tongue fucking her until she’d had enough.

“Fuck, oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum soon,” Andrew’s words echoed exactly what Brooke was feeling.

If he expected the young Ravers to stop sucking his cock, he was dearly mistaken. Her head bounced even more eagerly on his cock and her lips pursed tight as she prepared to suck every last drop from his balls. And Brooke knew exactly how he felt, her own orgasm growing ever closer as Klaus picked up the pace on his tongue lashing, moving up to focus entirely on her stiff clit, while he introduced two fingers to her slopping wet, gaping puss. Her mind went blank as her body began to shudder involuntarily and she could no longer focus on Heather and Andrew. The only things she knew was her own pleasure and the tongue at her hot center causing it.

“OH, YES, OH, OH MY GOD, YES, I’M CUUUUMMMIIIIIGGG” Brooke squeezed her eyes shut as she screamed, alerting the entire hotel floor to her orgasm.

Somewhere amidst the haze of pleasure, Brooke was aware of Andrew’s voice, distant and ethereal, as if drifting in from outside a dream, but the words couldn’t have been clearer. “Yes, Heather, suck my cock, take my cuuuuuummmm,” he groaned loudly. If she’d been in any state to look over, she would have seen him bucking his hips and pumping his thick seed into her sweet daughter’s young mouth.

With the release, her senses began to return, albeit dulled and tainted with a mellow happiness that made her smile. Sound came back first, rustling and shifting. Then smell, but everything was overpowered by sweat and sex. Sight was next, looking directly up and seeing Klaus unbuttoning his shirt and moving on to unzipping his pants. Rolling her head to one side, she saw Heather and Andrew were in the process of disrobing too. Andrew had already been depantsed, so he only had to remove his shirt, before he chose to help Heather with hers. She’d discarded her blouse by that time, but Andrew made short work of taking off her skirt as she rose seductively to her feet in front of him.

It occurred to Brooke that she was going to see her daughter completely naked, for what she thought would be the first time since she’d matured into a young woman. The feeling of Klaus’ hands on her body, peeling her panties down her legs distracted her momentarily, but for some reason she couldn’t tear her eyes from watching Andrew unclip Heather’s bra and toss it aside. Something about the way her dark hair cascaded down her back looked so familiar, and instantly made Brooke think ‘slut’. But why? It was just hair. It was just a naked back, even if it did belong to her daughter.

Perhaps Heather wasn’t the slut, but she was, for allowing this to happen, for taking part, for spending so much time paying too much attention to her daughter. It was dirty and wrong, and she wasn’t stopping. Despite her thoughts, her own fingers were helping to slide off her dress and remove her own bra, then Klaus shimmied her clothing off, down her long legs. Glancing again across the divide, she saw her daughter, completely nude with her back to her mother, as Andrew tugged Heather’s lacy panties down too.

Again, Brooke was struck by a sense of familiarity as she took in the view of her daughter’s perfect, round ass. It was beautiful, too amazingly round and full and toned to be forgotten. She could just imagine how firm it would be to hold in her hands, just as Andrew was doing right now. He groped her butt before lifting her and playfully throwing her onto her back on the sofa, her daughter giggling and moaning to be manhandled in such a way. Just like that, the butt was gone, and so was Brooke’s sense of Déjà vu.

Guilt at neglecting Klaus took over as she saw the older man standing before her, waiting and stroking his cock. Smiling, she sat up and with his face in her hands, brought him close enough to kiss again, tasting that tongue that had only moments ago been jammed up her soaked hole. Lowering a hand between his legs, she took over the rubbing of his cock as well. With his hands free, he slid them round her waist and down, taking a firm grasp of her buttocks in his palms, just as his son had done to Heather.

“You’re so hot,” Klaus told her, panting slightly as his mouth separated from hers. “Robert’s usually quite smart, but he was a fool to think he could do better than you.”

“Well I’m all yours right now, so why don’t you tell me…” she moved her face beside his and whispered in his ear. “How do you want to fuck me?”

She felt his dick throb in her hand, moments before she was spun around and pushed down onto all fours on the sofa, Brooke’s teasing driving him to convey exactly what he wanted with actions rather than words. And it was completely obvious exactly what he wanted as he shuffled up behind her on the couch, cock in hand and lined himself up with her entrance. A wanting, needy whimper escaped past her lips as she felt him rub his cock up and down her slit a few times, wetting his head in her glistening, dripping juices.

With a firm grip on her hips, Klaus pulled her ass back against him as he pushed forward. Her pussy lips instantly spread open to welcome his cock, slipping over the thickness of his helmet and sliding halfway down his shaft. Voicing another groan of pleasure as she felt his member fill her, Brooke thought she’d finally managed to distract herself from what her daughter was doing on the parallel sofa, but when she heard Heather’s voice moan along with her own, she couldn’t help but look over at the young couple.

Heather was on her back, legs spread wide, with Andrew inbetween. He had one knee on the sofa and one foot on the floor as he loomed over her, both hands holding himself up on either side of her head. Her own hands gripped onto his arms, anchoring herself against him as he pushed into her with speedy thrusts. And he only seemed to get faster, increasing his rhythm and tempo, slamming his glistening, long cock into her daughter with a lustful urgency that made Heather howl and beg for more.

“Fuck, yes, faster,” she urged him. “I’m so glad we got the chance to fuck again.”

Before Brooke could really focus on when or where her daughter and Andrew had ever had sex before, her mind slipped back into pleasure as Klaus continued to drive his cock into her with meticulous ****. The father was slower than the son, that much was clear, but every thrust was strong, their bodies colliding together, fucking her with a such power she felt it knock her forward a few inches. Reaching out, she braced herself with two hands on the armrest as Klaus cock drilled into her again and again, giving her the full length of his tool and hitting every weak spot inside her pussy all the way to her cervix.

“Oh my god, Klaus, aaaaahhh, do you fuck Alice like this?” Brooke asked, her ass raw from the repeated smacking of his hips against her ass. “That poor woman.”

“No,” he said, smiling as she looked over her shoulder at him. “I fuck her harder.”

“There…there’s harder than thiiiiisssss?” Her words melted into a moan as he drove into her again.

“Hmmm? Hasn’t Robert ever fucked you so hard you could barely walk afterwards?” Klaus teased her.

“Ooooh, mmmm, so that’s your game?” Brooke giggled but could barely laugh for panting.

“Robert is a good friend, so I hold no ill will against him, but the last time we did this, Alice talked about how good a fuck Robert was for a week afterwards,” he told her, still fucking as slow and hard as ever. “I know she was just teasing me, but, yes, let’s say I’d like to return the favor.”

She wiggled her ass back against his invading cock and chuckled. “Then do it. Fuck me hard and imprint your cock upon my brain for days to come.”

Both of hands left her hips, one pulling back and swatting at her red ass as he dubbed her a “teasing bitch” through gritted teeth. His other hand slid upwards. Tracing every bump of her spine, he reached up to her shoulder and yanked her back roughly against his forceful thrusts, making her back curve as he pulled back, his cockhead just barely at her entrance, then pushed in with full strength.

Her head turned upwards, looking to the ceiling, lost in the pleasure she was receiving, but as her eyes panned around, she caught sight of her daughter again. She was still on her back, legs still spread but her face was pointed in her direction, their eyes locking. It was the first time Heather had even acknowledged her mother was in the same room, and Brooke realized her daughter had heard every word about how good and hard her father could fuck. Brooke had no idea her daughter already had first hand experience of that, the broken bedroom door lying in pieces as proof.

She could see the arousal in her daughter’s eyes. The notion that this was wrong, totally wrong, drifted through Brooke’s mind again, but she was too far gone to stop it. And worse, seeing each other, acknowledging each other’s pleasure, pushed the mother and daughter over the edge. Heather went first, squeezing Andrew’s biceps as her legs pulled upwards, back against her chest and twitched in the air.

“Ooohhhhh, fuck, gonna cum,” her daughter’s sweet voice grunted, unable to hold the pleasure back.

Andrew’s thrusts immediately slowed, the tightening of Heather’s pussy forcing him to decelerate.

“Fuuuck, me too,” he growled, feeling her inner walls no doubt attempting to squeeze the cum right out of his young balls.

“Aaaah, I’m cuummmiiinnnnggg,” Heather declared to the room, knowing her mother could hear.

“Oooh, oh fuck, fuck, here, take it, take my cum,” Andrew shouted back, her pussy clamping down on his cock full throttle too much for the young man to bear, as he pulled out his dick and with only a couple of pumps of his fist began spraying his seed all over Heather’s stomach and chest.

Witnessing her daughter’s orgasm had a chain reaction on Brooke. Her own climax hit, her eyes still set on her daughter and her nude body, cum dripping down her tits and running over her curve of her stomach to her sides.

“Mmmm, me too, I’m cumming too,” Brooke managed to moan, seconds before the full wave of pleasure hit, announcing her orgasm to Heather as much as to Klaus.

Mother like daughter, or father like son, Brooke’s pussy caught Klaus’ cock in a vice like grip and the older man, though more experienced and tougher, still couldn’t withstand the pressure. Klaus, just like Andrew had to pull out as he felt his own climax rising from his balls. As the pleasure from being roughly fucked right in front of her own daughter pulsed through her body, Brooke felt something hot and creamy splash against her ass and back, globs of it dribbling down over the curve of her buttcheeks and dripping onto the sofa below.

There they were, mother on one sofa, daughter on the other, joined by their mutual climaxes and both covered in the jizz of their lovers. And that, Brooke assumed, was that. Celebration over. Time to go. Not immediately though, taking the time to breathe and recover from her orgasm. So, she didn’t think anything of it when she felt the weight shift from the other end of the couch, or when she watched through a sleepy, contented haze as Klaus crossed to the other sofa and tapped his son on the shoulder. No, what was to come didn’t fully hit Brooke until she heard Klaus speak.

“Mind if I cut in?”