Watch Madam and Mademoiselle Beaumont.

“In a moment, right now your daughter seems to be enjoying her mother’s love Madame.” I grinned enjoying the show as I slowly stroked my cock. It had been a while since I had watched two women enjoy each other, not since New Orleans.

“Very well Monsieur. If watching us does not warm you, you are most welcome to join in.” Madame Beaumont said as a sly grin crossed her lips and she turned back to her daughter. She turned back to her daughter touching her chin and began to kiss her deeply. Her luscious lips on Belles, hands exploring each other’s body, mothers tongue sliding into daughter’s mouth as they gently moved about each other’s, small strands of saliva between their mouths when they finally parted. Belle blushing lightly as she looked at her mother.

“Maman have you ever done this before, with another woman?” Mademoiselle Belle asked shyly as she softly caressed her mother’s tit, tracing her finger softly around her mother’s nipple before stopping to play with it as she flicked at it with her finger.

“Yes mon chérie fille, with my petite sœur many years ago, she was like you very nervous but very eager to learn.” Madame Beoumount smiled as she softly kissed her lips. “Let Moi see your hand mon chérie.”She smiled as she took Belle’s hand and put it over her pussy and put her own hand over it as she began to rub herself using her daughter’s hand showing her how. “Like this, feel my oyster parting for you mon chérie fille.” Madame said as she showed her daughter how to touch another woman. “Rub your petite fingers around mon pearl mon chérie.” She moaned showing her daughter how to play with her clitoris.

Madam showed her how for a few seconds before moving her hand to her daughters tender pussy as she began to rub it. “And Maman will touching your la vulve Bébé.” She said moving her fingers in circles around her daughter’s clitoris while her arm around her daughter played at her tit. Soft moans of pleasure escaped Belle’s lips. Maman Beaumont kissed her daughters cheek and then softly down her neck sucking at it softly with each kiss. Maman Beaumont moved her hand from around her daughter so she could sit back as Maman moved her head down and softly kissed down Belle’s chest to her tits kissing one softly before running her tongue around it playing with her nipple.

I finally decided to join in, unable to take it anymore. As I began to caress Mademoiselle Belle’s leg softly stroking it. I moved closer to her and leaned over and began to suck and lick at her other nipple. Belle moaned in delight at the attention she was getting from me and her mother. Madam began to kiss down her daughter’s stomach as she moved onto the floor next to me.

“Let me show you how to truly kiss a girl Monsieur?” Madam smiled at me as she softly kissed along her daughter’s leg, first her knee and then moving inward. She moved towards her daughter’s flower laying soft kisses on the inside of her thigh. “This is how the French say J’ love you.” She smiled up at her daughter laying a soft kiss on her flower before running her tongue along her petals licking at the moist dew within, running her tongue between the pedals for a better taste. She moved to her tongue up to her daughters pistil and began to kiss at it softly then run her tongue over it, Madamoselle Belle began to whimper as she moved about in her seat. Ms. Engle’s had taught me many things during our late night study sessions but this was not in her lessons, though it should have been.

“Oh Mon Maman, Je vous aime Maman.” Belle muttered through panted breath. As she reached down and touched her mother’s hair, tossing her head back as she made a face of pure ecstasy. “Ne jamais arrêter.” She moaned.

“J’ love you too mon chérie.” Madame smiled up at her as she began to lap at her daughter’s tender pistil. Her mother reached over and took my cock in hand as I released my grip and began to stroke it for me. I reached around with my now free hand running it up under her dress and around her nice soft ass to her pussy sliding two fingers back inside of her. She moaned lightly into her daughter’s pussy as she squeezed my dick tightly.

Madame began to lick at her daughter pussy in quicker strokes with her tongue as if trying to paint a work of art while she stroked me firmly in time as I fingered her. Though Madame and I seemed to be enjoying it, Belle was in absolute heaven. It didn’t take long before she cried out in delight as she gripped the seat of the stage coach. I was glad I had tipped the driver a little extra to not stop the coach no matter what noises he heard coming from the back. Mademoiselle Belle sat there panting looking off into the ceiling trying to catch her breath. Her mother sat up taking the seat beside her chérie Belle. Touching her face. “How was that, mon fille?” Madame asked as she touched her daughters face and kissed her softly.

“Magnifique Mamen, I never imagined L'orgasme could feel like this, so Incroyable.” Mademoiselle Belle panted still trying to catch her breath as she kissed her mother. “J’ am very glad we décidé de take this voyage together Mamen.”

”You should think Monsieur Hardwood, he made this possible, and it est still a long voyage ahead.” Madame Beaumont and Mad Mademoiselle Belle smiled at him. “J’ think the best way we can thank him is by helping him warm his Pénis and J’ know a nice snug warm place or deux pour him to keep it warm.” She looked at her daughter kissing her cheek as she spread her daughter’s oyster for me, with her right hand, to see the moistness inside her thin pedals then spread her own self with her other hand showing off her own wet depths.

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