Follow the Dark Meat

This was such a new experience for her, it may have been just her youth, but she wanted more and she needed to find Betsy. She walked around the front yard, her legs still shaking from the recent sensation of being throat fucked. Irene found herself grabbing at her tits a little more, as horny as ever, as she walked through the house, most of the maids had left by the point going out to get lunch or take their breaks, but there were still a few left in the house. Most we're upstairs though, probably attending to her messy room and all the dirty clothes she left on the ground. She couldn't help but re-imagine Betsy's dick ramming the back of her throat, the warm salty taste of it sliding down the back of her throat. Maybe this time she could do it again and maybe Betsy would let her taste her cum, damn, maybe she could smear it all of her face. Mark her.

When she came to her mother's office, the double sliding doors were closed as usual. Her mom liked to keep it that way, especially when she was busy. Just lock herself in for a few hours to get any kind of work figured. This time, though, the door was not completely shut, and there were sounds coming from the other side. Hard smacking sounds followed by the screeching of furniture legs on wood. When she peered through she saw Betsy with her back turned to her with her clothes pulled off and lying in a pile on the floor, next to it we're a couple more items that didn't look like they belonged to her, but to someone else. In fact, that was her mother's shirt and red bra. It wasn't until then when Irene noticed another set of legs, much smaller in comparison, standing in front of Betsy. The legs were tan and were raised slightly off the ground as a body had been pressed against the topside of the desk while the black woman grinded into her from behind. Just when things started to get interesting, Betsy grabbed a handful of her bitch's hair and pulled back, yanking her head up to full view. It was her mother and she had a mind-broken look on her face, her tongue slightly hanging out from the heat she was in.

"You know what happened before I came in here today?" Betsy asked, still plowing as hard as she could into her mother's snatch.

"W-What?" She asked, her breath leaving her in consistent intervals from the endless pounding against her crotch.

"I saw your daughter before coming in. She looked really sexy in her 'house sitting' attire. I just couldn't help but hold her up. I'll tell you what, that little mouth of hers can work wonders."

"You didn't?" Her mom asked, a small gasp in her voice. Irene could tell she was legitimately shocked and worried, but ultimately her voice fell flat with the pleasure she was in.

Betsy leaned over her, with her hand still gripping her hair, she whispered. "I did. And she took every inch of me down her throat and managed to swallow everything I gave her. I'm inside her now, just in a different way than you'll be in a minute." She laughed and clasped her free hand around her mother's throat; the speed of her thrusts grew exponentially and it was a movement Irene well understood from her encounter.

Betsy moaned and grunted loudly as her thrusts became wild and without reserve. It wouldn't be much longer now.