stay until your plates clean

"Tem, turn up the thermostat a tad. We don't want Lacey to catch a chill," Debi instructs as she spoons the first cold dollops of sundae on your prone, naked form.

Daughter dutifully does so. You watch her half-bare moons swing as she walks to the wall to adjust the dial. She smiles at you as she walks back to the tarp. She shucks off her half tee, revealing the most perfect olive-skinned orbs this side of her mother's.

As the girl returns to the  tarp, she also wriggles out of the tiny cutoffs, bare  but for the thin mohawk above her peach-like pussy.

"Good idea, we need clean outfits later," her mother agrees as she sees her nude daughter.

As Tempest takes over covering your ample tittie mounds with whipped  cream, mother also  gets to her feet to strip, revealing the rest of that chiseled form, those high-riding conical tits.

She then returns to her kneeling position at your side, slopping pineapple marmalade all over your shaved pubic mound. She takes one of the bananas and slowly inserts the fruit inside your quivering quim.

Daughter, meanwhile, finishes pouring the remaining fudge and melted ice cream on  the hills and valleys of  your torso, licking her full lips as she catches your glance. She  grabs the remaining banana and works it between your other pair of quivering lips.

The combination of cold food and hot women just sets your body into a tremble of fucklust.

"Eat meee," you plead from around the banana in your mouth.

The incestuous pair are eager to oblige. After Tempest  puts on the final touch.

"Taa-daa!" she squeals, after placing a cherry on each of the places your nipples would be, if they weren't covered in cream.

"Don't play with your food, eat it!" her mother mock-scolds.

She follows her own advice as the incestuous pair lick your belly and hips clean. You hump your hips, not wanting to miss any touch of their tantalizing tongues.

Mother heads south as daughter heads north. At the same time Debi swallows the exposed portion of the fruit sticking obscenely from your snatch, Tempest does likewise with the banana protruding from your mouth. Each plungers the fruit back and forth with their viselike lips, invading your soft recesses further.

The twin sensations of both orifices being taken by these beautiful women is too much. You whimper and cry tears of joy as your lush bod quakes in orgasm below them.

You see them each devour your juice-soaked bananas before they each pick a cream-topped titty.

Eating each others cherries, they return  to the business of your delectable boobies.

Always sensitive, your licked aureoles send your already taxed senses crazy. Your body bucks wildly,  almost throwing the women off.

As your still trembling body settles, Debi sits by your face, gently caressing your cheek. Tempest, meanwhile kneels between your splayed thighs and gently eats your pussy clean.

"You're very special Lacey. We'd like you to spend the night with us here. Besides her oral skills, Tempest is truly artistic. Would you like to be her canvas?"