Jan 31 2015 EMCSA Update

WITHIN: Graded primarily on heat and narrative
WITHOUT: Graded primarily on narrative
Possible spoilers below …

Ex Nihilo (mc ff mf) (new)  by InLeaves
–2.5/5 (not great, had some redeeming qualities)–

Theres something oddly amusing how a story called Ex Nihlo (from nothing) was commissioned my someone called Anonymous … written well enough, but doesn’t quite get me going at the start. Granted its obviously the start of a larger story, but it took a little while for annoying to happen. Interesting, but didn’t peak my interest as much as I wanted it to.
(ReReadability: low / follow: no)

The Mask Becomes You (mc ff mf fd) (1 new chapter)  by Carefully Random
–2/5 (so-so, maybe a good story to others but didn’t mesmerize me)–

I still find the style of writing in the present sense a bit awkward to read, but the story was overall polished in its own style. To be honest, I never actually understood why cooking and cleaning are ever a part of MC eroticism. It always seemed so cliched and redundant. Also, I’m pretty sure we should be passed moral dilemmas by chap five. I mean, she allowed the mask’s power to become a part of her, so why is she balling her eyes out over controlling others with the mask’s power? The mask, of course, again, gains the upper hand. That’s basically most of this chapter, even though we’ve been through this all already …
(Chap ReReadability: low / chap: 5)

Molding Melissa (mc) (new)
~1.5/5 (poor +, need to be mesmerized to really like this)~~

Given the mind control context, the start of this isn’t particularly new or surprising. The writing was otherwise polished. Not really much here in terms of substance or narrative. Seems like we jump in halfway through the mental tf. Don’t get me wrong, in media res is a fine old school technique, but only of at least a portion of the start is depicted. Perhaps MC purists may fine some enjoyment here, but only for the ones that aren’t completists.
(ReReadability: low / Follow: no)

“Pumpkin patch! PUMPKIN PATCH!” Stephen Colbert

Jan 17 2015 EMCSA Update

WITHIN: Graded primarily on heat and narrative
WITHOUT: Graded primarily on narrative
Possible spoilers below …

The Mask Becomes You (mc ff mf fd) (2 new chapters)  by Carefully Random
–3/5 (decent, not perfect)–

Granted, I didn’t have the time when the first chaps came out for a review, but the theme here looked great. I have a mask MC story in the works myself, albeit as part of an alien invasion :P Anyway, minus some grammatical inconsistencies, this showed some polish, albeit in its own style. I always find a story written in the present instead of past tense a little awkward to read (also write), but the author here was at least consistent with it. As for the start of this story, while I like backstory, it seemed a little overthought here, given the context of the story (skimmed most of those tangents). Still, I certainly liked how there was an innocent obliviousness here. They were having fun, and had no clue what there were getting into. While chap 1 wasn’t half bad, Chap 2 dragged a bit. This is a story about a mind controlling mask on the Mind Control Story Archive. How much of an internal morality debate is necessary? She’s obviously gonna use the mask, as she used it before her apparent conflict! Wearing that mask in front of the mirror made up for that annoyance, though. The imagery there was quite excellent. Mental TF can be just as good as physical. The mask’s personality was quite interesting. Chap 3 has similar issue, if only because the sex scene was inexplicably omitted, while there was more needless morality and ethics debates. Chap 4 drags a bit, too, but not out of anything in particular … Not bad overall, kinda interesting, but far from perfect. I’ll keep a lookout for more, if only because the mask interests me.
(ReReadability: low / follow: yes)

Pencil (mc ff) (new)  by softi
–3.5/5 (good, not quite earth shattering)–

While my buttons weren’t pushed right away, the story moved quite smoothly. Definitely well polished. A bit of a genre piece, but implemented fine, especially for those into pure hypno MC. I guess I liked this overall out of its smoothness. Not over the top; not overly simplistic. In terms of narrative, this just worked.
(ReReadability: low / follow: no)

Mirror Mirror (DJ Pynchon) (mc mf fd bd) (new)  by DJ Pynchon

While not necessarily button pushing at first, it was a well implemented direct start. Too dark for me to derive any serious heat, but it was a well done story. Sort of a less ridiculous version of the film series Saw, of which I only ever liked the last five minutes of each film where they wrapped up everything. Anyway, I didn’t skip to the end here. I think what really meshed with me was the romance of it. I am a closet romantic ::) The two were perfect for each other, and were lucky one of them knew it. And maybe, just maybe, erasing that browser history isn’t always necessary.
(ReReadability: high / Follow: no)

Never seem to have enough time to do these reviews anymore!

Blog Flash: Photoshoot Under The Moon

Disclaimer: This fictional story is meant for adults only: 18+. It contains highly sexual and graphic themes, many of which may not even be possible. For adults, enjoy!

Blog Flash: Photoshoot Under The Moon

“Yeah, yeah, that’s great, Janice!” the photographer bob exclaimed to his model.

She had healthily long brown hair and brown eyes. Her skin was virtually flawless and lightly tanned from the summer sun. Her legs were long, while c-cup breasts firm. She was completely nude for the photographer.

Janice rarely did nude shoots, but always trusted Bob to conduct them tastefully, artistically. Indeed, she found working with him a lot of fun. They just worked well together. She teased, she danced, while he happily snapped away.

The blonde Leana eventually walked into the room. Janice didn’t hate woman, who was Bob’s girlfriend, but always found her a bit forward and impolite. Leana and Bob had an odd relationship in Janice’s eyes. The two seemed a bit too open, for lack of better words, while she even modeled for him occasionally, being rather gorgeous. Though, Leana did provide Bob with art galleries and contracts.

“All right, Janice, lets take a break!” Bob proclaimed.

The three sat on the couch after Janice pulled on her shirt and pants.

“What’s that book?” Leana asked. The leather bound book looked rather old, and had no title on it.

“Dunno, Leana! Friend of mine left it here by mistake. Said he’d be back for it later.” He picked it up and started thumbing, satisfying his curiosity. He quickly flipped through the crinkly paper to find hand drawn pictures of what appeared to be female Werewolves not yet completely transformed into a wolf. They were simply naked with long, wild hair, pointy ears, and big fans. At first glance, he thought they were Vampires or even Elves, but the more canine shape of their faces and eyes suggested otherwise. Indeed, the next page had pictures of a transformative progression to a wolf form, while he was able too read a little of very Old English.

“Hey, you two thinking what I’m thinking?” Bob asked excitedly, knowing what he had to do.

“What?” Leana asked in reply. She could tell he found inspiration, which was fine, but it seemed more driven than usual.

Bob grabbed the makeup kit on the table, and made up Janice’s eyes to me darker and subtly canine. He was just doing a proof of concept.

Finding herself liking the idea, Janice jokingly howled.

“Full moon out there tonight, right?” Bob asked excitedly. “Lets do this. Please join us Leana!”

Leana sighed, not really in the mood for artistic modeling, but saw the monetary benefit in such an opportunistic shoot. “Fine …”

Leana and Janice sat in the make-shift dressing room. With the ancient book as his guide, Bob began to make them more wolflike from head to toe. Starting at the face, he darkened their features, while accentuating their noses and jaws. At first, Leana was not enjoying herself very much, but quickly broke down, having as much fun as Janice. The three of them were simply swept away in the moment.

Soon the women removed their clothes for a more extensive makeup work along their taught bodies, accentuating their musculature. He makeup from head to toe was well layered in blues and browns, somehow making them look unabashedly feral. Making their hair look wild, windswept was almost redundant.

They scurried to the roof in their excitement, and Bob started taking pictures almost the moment the piercing moonlight hit the women.

Janice and Leana started to dance with each other under the enticing moon. They felt the moment, and moved on instinct alone. Yet, the erotic dance seemed purposeful. It was a moon fueled tango, unlocking the animal within them. They felt as aroused as they felt wild and free. They wanted to seduce each other in the erotic tango, hands feeling more than suggestively.

Their eyes soon met, and they pulled close, knowing the triumph of their seductions. They kissed briefly in confirmation. They pulled back, and Janice bared down on Leana’s wanting neck. She gnawed unabashedly in the animalistic kiss, sending jolts of pleasure along Leana’s body.

Janice pulled back, and they passionately made out. They again pulled back, before Leana bared down on Janice’s needing neck, sending waves of pleasure into the wild Janice. They pulled back, and only wanted to dance and feel their lover in the moonlight. Sex would come later when the moon fell.

Using both their hands and feet, they learned each other’s bodies, growing their love for one another. They learned what intangibly made their flesh so glorious.

Suddenly, Janice again bared down on Leana’s willing neck, but this time, Janice gnawed more intensely. She wanted Human flesh to … to feed the growing wolf within her. The skin soon broke, and the fuel poured down her throat.

At the same time, through the waves of pleasure, Leana felt the same hunger for Human flesh. She grabbed the wrist on the opposite side of her violated throat, and bared her teeth down on it. The flesh quickly broke, pouring the fuel into her.

They soon pulled back, feeling enough fuel within them processing. Their wounds healed instantly. Looking into each other’s eyes, they saw their pupils become slits, before opening to focus on the world better than they ever knew. In each other’s arms, they went to the floor. Distinct, guttural growls came out of them. Their nails grew long, sharp, and retractable. Their jawlines protruded, while their noses fell into it, becoming snouts, and their teeth grew sharper, more canine. They went to their stomachs, feeling their arms and legs change. Their hands and feel elongated into distinct paws, while their arms and legs reformed. Their spines grew backward forming a long, hairless tail. On all fours, hair began to grow along their wolflike bodies, while their already long hair on their heads stayed as they were. The hair flowed seamlessly into their fur.

Soon, their transformation was complete …

Seeing what were his two models lovingly nuzzle and lick and other, Bob finally came to his senses. They became werewolves before his eyes. “What the fuck,” he breathed, placing the camera down next to him.

The She-Wolves suddenly looked up to him. After a quick bark, they leaped on top of they shocked artist, making him fall to the ground. He was in utter terror. “Don’t eat me!” he screamed, sensing a cliche somewhere in that.

Instead, they licked and nuzzled the shocked photographer. In more control than either of the She-Wolves expected, they morphed back into their Human forms. They oddly liked how their body hair now lay frozen just under the skin until called forth.

“I don’t … Am I dreaming?” Bob asked breathlessly.

The women looked at each other with love in their eyes and laughed.

“Well, I’m not dreaming!” the naked Leana exclaimed.

“You didn’t eat me …”

“Why? I don’t have an urge to eat you!” Janice stated.

“It’s weird, Bob, but I understand enough,” Leana said.

“Some raw meat will do most of the time, right, Leana?” Janice asked.

“Yeah, that’s what instinct is saying …” she confirmed amazed. “It’s hard to explain, but I just know I’ll only occasionally need human flesh, and not necessarily much!” She finished with a subtly darker tone, “But, it is necessary.”

“What the fuck is happening!” Bob explained, more aroused than he wanted to admit.

“I think it was that book, Bob,” Leana answered.

“It must have sensed some kind of animal analogue within us, and had you give it life.”

“What do we do now?” Bob asked amazed.

The two women looked at each other with a loving smile. The need for pleasure was enhanced within them, as instinct was enhanced.

At the same time, the She-Wolves whispered in his ears, “We fuck.”

Blog Unbound: VHS-IN

Disclaimer: This adult short story is a work of fiction. It is meant for those eighteen and older. There is sexual and taboo content. All characters are eighteen or older. Though there are inspirations from other fictional sources, any similarity to real people, live or no, is merely coincidental.

Author’s Note: This story follows related themes to prior works of mine, while traveling down more taboo paths.  While I’ve done incest stories prior, usually between sisters, this one has incest between a mother and a daughter initiated by less than natural means. This is also set in the late 1990s, another rarity in my writing. Enjoy!

Unbound Edition: eBook


Jackie found herself alone that night. Her eighteen year old daughter Lana was with her friends until ten at the latest, and her husband just left for a weeklong business trip. The news was boring, if only because they were still talking about Clinton wining his second term. She wasn’t unhappy he won; she just wasn’t that political. Shaking her head, she tossed on her coat, and grabbed the key. She was going to rent a video for the night.

Town SuperVideo was five minutes away, and fairly quiet that afternoon. A teen was rewinding some tapes when she walked into the place. Unsurprisingly, Jackie turned the high schooler’s head. The thirty-eight year old woman was many a teen’s wet dream. She was tall with olive skin, dark brown hair, D-cup breast, and a tight body. The woman went to the gym every Saturday, and jogged most mornings.

Jackie causally chose the comedy Dr. Jekyll and Ms Hyde. She was in the mood for something unusual, and saw that one. She walked over to the pimply clerk, who greeted and took the video. He opened it, and put on an odd smirk. Jackie’s attention was on the turning weather. Snow was starting to fall. The clerk set up the rental, and Jackie drove home …

At home, she opened the box to see that the video’s label was missing. Not surprising. She saw that before, many rentals having replacement labels. Unusually, the tape designated itself as a “VHS-IN,” and Jackie thought she may look that up later if she felt like it.

She inserted the rental into the slot. The tape dutifully was sucked into the VCR. Jackie sat on the couch, and made herself comfortable with her bare feet crossed on the coffee table. She turned on the TV and hit play.

The video was clearly not rewound all the way, showing the film instead of previews. It looked like it was near the start, though, seeing the opening credits still flashing. A quiet winter scene was in the background. Strangely, she didn’t see any of the expected stars flashed, but she assumed the tape started after some were shown. Jackie Hardon, Lana Sweet, John Boner, etc. Directed by David I.N. Price.

The director seemed at least correct. Still, it wouldn’t have been the first time the wrong tape fell in the store’s box! What struck her, though, was the coincidence of the flashed star’s first names: Jackie, Lana, John. Those were the names of her family! Jackie shook it off, though, as those were fairly common names.

“Hey, mom!” the young, attractive brunette proclaimed on screen.

“Hey, Lana! Hungry? I can make you some lunch,” the older yet still very beautiful woman offered. She was also a brown haired brunette, and believably looked like the daughter.

Lana lovingly put her arms around her mother. “We still on for tonight, mom?”

Jackie put on a hungry smile, and answered, “Yup! Dad said he definitely won’t be back ‘till tomorrow, baby.”

The scene faded to night. Jackie, the real one, was starting to think this wasn’t the cheesy sci-fi comedy. Still, she didn’t see the harm in watching, whatever it really was.

The film faded to the mother in her bed. She was wearing a dark nightie with matching stockings, panties, and bra. It was a very risqué image, and the real Jackie was simply watching.

The camera slowly panned to the daughter. She was wearing a gushy white robe and flip flops.

“Hey, mom,” Lana said deeply.

“Hey, Lana,” she called with equal depth.

“Is mommy horny?”

“Yes, baby. Mommy needs her daughter.”

Lana dropped her robe, revealing her naked body. She almost tenderly crawled on top of her deeply breathing mother. They kissed deeply, lovingly with great want. They groped and squirmed while cooing deeply. There was little doubt they were making love.

The real Jackie was in shock, and not necessarily because she obviously rented a porno by accident. She was shocked because she wasn’t shutting it off! The more she watched the nude mother and daughter writhe lovingly to the sensual motions, the more … interested she became.

Though not consciously aware of it, new rooms were being created in the woman’s mind. By the time she noticed the doors to the new rooms, it was as if they were there all along. It was rationalized as things she buried long ago within herself, and the porno before her reminded her of what she burred.

The incestuous scene before her was now blinding her with horniness. Even if she could remember why her incestuous wants were buried, such memories would be powerless in the moment.

“Oh, Lana, baby …” the real Jackie cooed, undoing her pants, and squeezing her breasts. “Lana …” she again cooed. Jackie was well aware she was cooing for her own sexy daughter. Though with a slimmer frame, her eighteen year old daughter looked very much like her. “Oh, Lana, I want you to suck my breasts … OH, fuck … Suck my toes, Lana!” Jackie was no longer watching the porno, and only fantasized about her sexy daughter. “Yeah, my baby, eat mommy’s pussy, while I eat yours!”

While she pleasured herself to the incestuous thoughts, Jackie’s mind completed reordering itself to the ideas stealthily implanted within her. She now remembered, when she was younger, she had thoughts about making love with her mother as a teen, but knowing that was wrong, she locked them away. Such thoughts were all but forgotten until her daughter neared the end of puberty at sixteen. She saw Lana as a beautiful girl, who was almost a beautiful woman. Jackie had sexual fantasies about seducing Lana by the time she was a fully grown woman a couple years later, but suppressed them, too. Yet, not as completely as she did with her mother. Indeed, she “remembered” secretly switching the tapes from the video store at moments of weakness.

“OH, my fuck, Lana, I love you!” Jackie screamed and squirt in orgasm, in blissful ignorance that the transformational experience lasted for hours …

After basking in the afterglow for a few breathless minutes, Jackie found herself resisting the incestuous thoughts, even though so much of her didn’t want to repress such thing. Partly giving in to what she thought was always a part of her, Jackie fully admitted to herself that she wanted to make love to her own daughter, as she did with her own mother. Jackie simply decided to not follow them, while in full understating of them. Incest just could never work in the world where she lived …

Lana walked into the house a little after ten at night. She expected to see her mother waiting for her, but a quick bedroom check showed that her mother already went to bed. She switched to her pink night clothes after. They were simply a light satin top and short skirt.

Not tired, Lana went to the living room to quietly watch the TV. She quickly found an empty VHS box from SuperVideo, and saw the tape was in the VCR. Shrugging, she turned on the TV, lowered the volume, and hit play …

A title flashed on the screen: Kept in The Family. Lana didn’t read the title on the box, so there was no concern. She payed no attention to the flashing titles. The scene soon started. What looked like a mother and a daughter that looked similar to herself and her mother sat on the couch talking.

“Lana, I’m not sure about what we’re doing …” the mother stated.

“Mom, how does it feel?”

“Amazing, my baby. It’s like we’re making love, but at a level so deep …”

“So what’s wrong?” she asked while intimately feeling her sexy mother’s thigh.

“I don’t know …”

“Let me help with that confusion, mommy!”

The daughter began to deeply kiss her mother, who clearly resisted for a moment, but gave into the pleasure.

“Oh, my God …” the real Lana exclaimed.

The daughter began to kiss down her mother’s neck, and the mother cooed wildly, “It feels so good when you kiss me!”

“My mother was watching this?” she exclaimed bewildered. While she watched that daughter on the TV kiss down her mother’s quivering body, new ideas were quietly implanted in her mind. The ideas becoming her own, Lana found herself growing aroused. “Oh, wow …” she breathed, starting to rub her own pussy. There was slight bewilderment on how Lana wasn’t attracted to women before, but that subsided when she “remembered” that she was bisexual. Yes, she was bisexual, but wasn’t yet open about it.

She pulled down her nightie, revealing her pert breasts, and exclaimed, “I can’t believe she’s into this!” She pulled up her skit, laid back, and started to rub her bare pussy. “I can’t believe I’m into this!”

Lana quietly cooed, continuing to watch the incestuous porno. Two sexy women fucking like that was melting her brain.

The daughter sucked on her mother’s still firm boob. “I wanna do that to her …” Lana breathed, realizing after a moment she referred to her own mother. “UMM, mommy,” she cooed. The more she watched the more she projected her and her mother on the screen. “I wish I could fuck my mom like that!” she huffed. Eventually, Lana closed her eyes and visualized her making love with her own mother. She rubbed her pussy hard, visualizing her mother’s mouth and tongue eating out her pussy, while her mother squeezed her ass and tits.

“Oh, gah damn,” she cooed. “Oh, mommy …”

Long before she watched the video, Lana loved her mother deeply, but was also wildly rebellious. This always caused a difficult conflict. She’d want that tattoo running up her arm, but her mother would say that was too much. Her mother would tell her a small tattoo on her wrist would be all right, and she grudgingly would agree. She wanted to try pot, but her mother said no long before she thought about. So, Lana had to grudgingly decline that. Now, with the revised sexuality Lana assumed to be there all along, the video’s power found no resistance. Hours passed meaninglessly. Lana loved her mother deeply, wanting to make love with her, and rebelliously didn’t care if other’s thought such incest was wrong. Lana came to understand that she was in love with her mother for a long time, but only then came to realize it.

Lana fingered her pussy deeply with thoughts of her mother lovingly fingering her. She cooed and grunted in her great pleasure. Her coos of passion grew louder, while she wanted her mother to find her masturbating. She rubbed her bare foot on the couch’s maroon fabric. She soon came lovingly, primally, lightly touching her tingling body after, in full acceptance of what she wanted: her mother …

Jackie pulled herself out of bed the next morning, not thinking about anything in particular. She was sure she had a wet dream about her daughter masturbating, but decided to put no thought into it. She threw on her white robe over her black nightie, slipped her bare feet into her slippers, and walked out, tying the robe while she walked into the hall.

She saw her sexually attractive daughter sleeping on the couch. Yes, Jackie was sexually attracted to her, but neither repressed or fueled the fact. She just walked into the kitchen to make breakfast for them.

Lana slowly opened her eyes to her beautiful mother walking into the kitchen. Unlike her mother, she fully fueled the sexual attraction she felt toward her. This was still new to her, so she was still coming to understand her true feelings for her mother. Seeing her mother for real made it all clear to Jackie. She always loved her mother, and now she knew that she was in love with her. Incest wasn’t wrong to Jackie. To Jackie, they would merely be two consenting women in love, and calling it incest was like calling it marriage.

“Hey, sleepy,” Jackie greeted.

“Morning, mom,” she greeted, giving her mom a quick hug. Instead of the familial reasoning, it was sexual, not that her mother saw it that way. Her mom turned away to grab things from the cabinet, and Jackie happily looked her mother over. It was all confirmation of how she felt.

“Why’d you sleep on the couch?”

“Oh, I was just gonna watch TV …” she casually placed her hand on her mother’s hip, “and I played the video you rented …”

Jackie quickly turned, Lana’s hand sliding to her front. “What!?”

“So you like mother-daughter porn?”

“Uh … that’s just private. For me …” she was genuinely uncomfortable, even though she was liking her daughter’s touch.

“Don’t worry, mom, it was really hot. I’m not gonna lie.”

“Oh, no, no …” she quickly walked out of the kitchen.

“No, mom, it’s OK. It really turned me on!”

Lana followed her confused mother to her bedroom. Jackie honestly didn’t expect her daughter to have incestuous desires, too. She sat on her bed, crossing her bare legs.

“Mom, don’t be embarrassed. I like it, too. It’s really hot!”

“OK, great … let’s just leave it there, Lana.”

Lana knew her mother lacked the rebellious streak that made incest OK, so she decided to be a little more hands on to convince her mother. “Listen, mom.” Lana swung onto the bed, putting her arms around her mother. “I just want you to know it was really, really hot. And I, I’ve had a few thoughts myself …”

“Honey, what are you doing?” Lana was tenderly stroking her hair, while all but kissing her neck.

“Relax …”

“What are you doing!? Honey, I’m you’re mother …”

“Yeah, I love you, too,” she said truly. Lana slowly pushed her mother onto the bed. “You were watching that video …”

“That was just a movie. This is reality. It’s different …” To her amazement and secret arousal, her daughter fully pulled her onto the bed, and purposefully stroked her sleek hip.

“Come on, mom!” Lana’s hands happily felt up and down her mother’s still rather tight body, spending extra time at her large breasts. Lana’s pussy was growing hot with desire. “You watched the movie. You had some thoughts, haven’t you?”

“Oh, honey, please …” she protested, even though she wasn’t sure if she wanted to do that. “We should stop …”

“Come on, mommy,” she breathed on her mother’s neck.

Jackie now found herself on her back with her daughter feeling up and down her upper body. “Oh, stop, Lana. I can’t believe you’re doing this. Why are you doing this?” Lana started to passionately kiss her mother’s twitching neck in tandem with her petting. “Stop, honey, please … Oh … You’re playing on my weaknesses …”

“Yeah, mom, you know you want it.”

While Lana passionately kissed down her mother’s soft neck, Jackie chanted mostly to herself, “No, you’re my daughter! You’re my daughter … You’re …”

Lana’s full lips suddenly met with Jackie’s. A jolt of pleasure jolted from Jackie’s head to moistening pussy. Still, even then, Jackie resisted groping her own daughter, who unabashedly groped Jackie’s breasts.

“Uhhh, umm,” was all Jackie could mutter in the pleasure she was failing to resist.

“You don’t mind it that much, do you, mommy?” she asked teasingly, groping her mother’s inner thigh. “Not so bad, is it?”

“Never knew you felt this way, honey …” Jackie breathed with a subtle purr, slowly giving into her incestuous desires.

“Yeah, for a long time,” Lana said, feeing up and down her mother’s thigh, and rubbing noses. “Just didn’t fully understand it for a while.”

“About your own mom?” she asked, secretly feeling joy that she and her daughter had the same feelings toward each other.

“Yeah, why not?” She began to passionately, lovingly rub her mother’s moist pussy. “Oh, mommy,” she deeply cooed, starting to deeply make out with her now receptive mother, while ribbing her mother’s pussy more deeply. “Can we make love, mommy?”

“Oh, God, yes,” Jackie cooed. “Err, oh…”

“I think you do like it,” Lana breathed.

“I love it …” Jackie trailed off, lips again meeting her daughter’s, while tongues occasionally slithered.

Lana’s hot crotch pressed onto her mother’s thigh, and her Jackie’s thigh pressed into her daughter’s hot, wet crotch. They moaned and cooed, hearts racing in practical tandem.

“This so right …” Jackie cooed impulsively, perhaps with some irony. Her hands moved from shoulder to breast, feeling her daughter.

“Oh, I know, it feels so good,” Lana purred.

“Oh, God,” Jackie purred in response. Lana lifted her mother up and pulled off her nightie. She worshipped her mother’s boobs before kissing downward to her mother’s dripping pussy. “Wow, mom, you taste so good.” Lana absolutely loved the taste of her mother’s pussy. They both moaned and cooed with loving joy. Lana buried her mouth and tongue into her mother’s pussy. “

“Oh, baby,” Jackie cooed. Jackie arched her back in pleasure when her daughter began to finger her G-spot and eat at the same time. She squeezed one breast, and her daughter squeezed the other.

“I see how much you like it now!” Lana cooed with her moth full.

“Oh, yeah … Oh, my God! UMM, OH.” Jackie cooed in pleasure.

“Oh, you’re so good … Oh, mommy!” she cooed between licks and nibbles.

Jackie pushed her daughter up, and helped her removed her nightie. “You’re such a beautiful girl,” she complimented, seeing her daughter naked.

“I think I take after my mother!”

Jackie lay back with Lana on top, and they began to make out deeply, while Jackie groped her daughter’s ass. Their moans and coos were loud and true. Lana soon went back to worshiping her mother’s pussy. “Oh, baby!” Jackie purred, letting the pleasure wash over her. “You’re gonna make mommy cum,” Jackie said deeply. “Oh, yeah, mommy, cum for me!” Lana cooed, mouth full. “Cum into my mouth! UMMM!”

At that, Lana’s worship intensified, numbing Jackie’s mind with pleasure. “That’s it, baby,” she barely said through the coos and moans. She grabbed at the sheets, the pleasure building to unfathomable levels. She soon came in great amazement and joy.

“Oh, my God! You liked that, mommy?”

“Fuck, where’d you learn that?” Jackie asked, while her daughter stated to kiss her with wet lips.

“Lots of practice, while thinking about you,” Lana purred.

“Oh, my God,” she cooed in response.

“Mommy, will you do it to me?” she purred. Lana rolled onto her back.

Repositioning herself, Jackie started to rub her daughter’s pussy with wizened hands. “Oh, yeah, such a sweet pussy!”

“Oh, yeah,” she cooed, her mother’s touch mind blowing.

“You’re so wet,” she observed, while pressing her wet pussy against her daughter’s warm thigh.

“You make me wet, mom,” she said lovingly. She then leaned down to suck on her daughter’s breasts, before making out with her. She repositioned herself with her head over her daughter’s dripping pussy, and asked teasingly, “You want mommy to eat your pussy?”

“Oh, mommy, I’m ready,” she purred in anticipation. Jackie began to eat out her daughter’s tasty pussy with great passion. Jackie’s face was buried in her daughter’s crotch. “Oh, yeah, mommy!” she cooed. To her mother’s amazement and aroused joy, Lana cooed and moaned more loudly. “You lick my pussy so good … Uh …”

Jackie, perhaps as a tease, kissed up her daughter’s torso, and began to worship her breasts. They both moaned happily. Jackie then lifted her chest over her daughter’s face, and Lana happily began to worship the breasts before her.

“Oh, you’re gooood at that, baby,” Jackie complimented. “You don’t have a boyfriend, do you …?”

“Oh, err, I don’t … I’d just fantasize about you the whole time,” she purred, before they resumed their passionate kissing, while lightly grinding their we pussies.

“Ummm, suck mommy’s titties … Oh my, you’re such a good girl …” Jackie moved back down to her daughter’s humid pussy. “You want mommy to make you cum?”

“Oh, yeah, mommy,” Lana breathed. Her mother began to finger and make out with Lana twitching pussy. “Oh … EEERM, make your baby daughter cum! … Errr yeah, that’s great, mommy … Oh, yeah, mommy, right there! Oh, mom. Oh, yeah, mommy! I’m gonna cum! … Oh, OH GOD! MA … OH AHHHHH!” Her orgasmic scream was powerful and true.

Jackie kissed up her daughter’s leg. “Umm, that was a good girl.”

“Oh, thank you, mommy …”

“You can’t tell you father about this,” she ordered, while lightly feeling up and down her daughter’s torso with her finger tips.

“Oh, I definitely won’t. It’s just between us, mom,” she confirmed out of breath, both knowing this wasn’t going to be the last time they shared a bed like that.

“I love you, Lana.”

“I love you, too, Mommy …”

They made out, further confirming their love for each other. Indeed, they understood they enacted a shade of love making most dared not dream, while knowing their relationship was to now be deep and sexual. The two were sexually perfect for each other: one starving for knowledge, and the other overflowing with it. They were a mother and daughter in love …

The pizza faced clerk opened the generic VHS box, and put on a sly smile. While paying little attention to the high schooler, the you woman casually finished the transaction for the rental …