Chapter 16: Hot and Cold (FF inc oral, FF rom)

As the sun kissed the horizon, Sonja still couldn't wrap her mind around the surreal events of the day. Even as her mother wandered through the house without a single insult or raised voice, Sonja couldn't put a finger on the feeling that she was following after a stranger in her mother's body.

Gweneth looked like her mother, from the large breasts to the well-toned thighs that were occasionally wrapped around Sonja's hips or even head. The smells and touches felt the same, though harder to duplicate. The surrealism came to a head near the end of the day when they both ended up in the bathroom upstairs. There weren't any words said but it didn't take long before Sonja's mother was between Sonja's legs, lapping at her daughter's pussy and hands splayed across Sonja's taut belly.

Sonja moaned with pleasure. Her back arched with need and she had to grip the towel rack for balance. She clung to her mother's long hair with her other hand, directing the talented tongue up against her aching clitoris.

Even as her mother lapped and the bathroom filled with the scent of her excitement, Sonja couldn't shake the feeling there was something wrong. Heat sapped at her strength, but it didn't make her weak. She wanted to melt into the fingers driving into her pussy, sink to the ground and enjoy more than just the three fingers driving into her cunt.

For all the strength she had to pull her mother close, she couldn't get her legs to pull herself up. With every second, she slid down the wall of the bathroom and further against her mother's talented tongue and questing fingers. She strained against it, hours of cheers had given her trim but powerful legs, but no matter how much she strained, she couldn't move her pussy away from the three fingers that impaled her.

Sonja's other hand slipped off the towel rack. She closed her eyes and slid further down. Her skin burned with lust and desire but her mind struggled to push past the surrealism of having her mother eat her out.

"M-Mom," she said with a gasp.

Gweneth lapped harder, tongue slobbering along the delicate folds. It was maddening and Sonja's vision kept blurring with the pleasure that rippled through her body.

"W-We should stop. This...." The words trailed off as a wave of heat filled Sonja. It tugged on her body and the words refused to slip out of her throat.

Her mother eased a fourth finger into Sonja's pussy, stretching her lips wide before driving up.

"Fuck!" gasped Sonja.

Gweneth pulled back, strands of juices connecting their bodies. "I hope so," she whispered.

Sonja struggled to push her mind through the haze of pleasure. She shuddered and gasped down, fighting against the urge to sink completely to the floor.

The doorbell rang out, startling both of them.

The heat seeping into Sonja faltered and she scrambled to her feet. Her mother's fingers slipped out of her with a wet slurp. The moment where the digits slipped out was the hardest, the knowledge that it would only take a second's effort to return and be filled once again.

"Stay," her mother said.

Sonja blinked and looked down at her mother. Her mother's Illinois accent had faded for a moment, replaced by the Californian accent that everyone else around Sonja used.

Her mother blinked. "Sonja?" The Illinois accent had returned.

"I-I, I need to go." Sonja pressed a hand against her dripping slit and fought the urge to drive her own fingers to finish her orgasm.

Gweneth licked her lips. She was beautiful, kneeling on the bathroom floor with her bare breasts glistening with Sonja's juices and her saliva. She had her other hand between her legs, pumping into her hairy slit with hard strokes that shook her entire body.

The doorbell rang again.

Sonja clutched at the door and caught the frame. With a gasp, she staggered out of the bathroom and into the much cooler air. The heat seeped away from her and she leaned against the far wall until she could catch her breath.

The sounds of her mother masturbating filled the air. It echoed against the walls. Her moans were muted by the carpet and the open door.

Sonja glanced at the door. The heat rolled out the door, bringing the scent of sex and lust to her.

It took the last shreds of her rapidly fading willpower to turn away. She tugged her shirt down over her hips, but it did nothing to hide her aching pussy or each the liquid glistening on her things. She felt dirty being fucked by her mother, a feeling that increased with every step down the stairs.

At the door, she could see Meris' silhouette against the frame. Tugging harder on her shirt, Sonja opened the door.

Meris looked at her. Her eyes trailed down and Sonja could almost feel the gaze against her perk nipples, steam-soaked shirt, and then down to where her pussy hair stuck out from underneath her shirt. She turned to Sonja. "This for me?"

"I...." A wave of longing and cool air rushed around Sonja. She looked up the stairs, still listening to her mother fingering herself, and then made a rapid decision. She grabbed Meris' hand and pulled her into a tight hug and kiss.

Meris cooed and sank into her arms, fingers drifting down underneath Sonja's shirt. The first touch against Sonja's heated folds was intense, a slick pleasure. "Oh, fuck, you're wet."

Sonja kissed Meris. The feeling of right filled her, the comforting and familiar pleasure of Meris' body grinding against her own. She whispered into her lover's ear. "Please, downstairs."

Into the cold is what she wanted to finish, but the words wouldn't come out.

Meris grinned and let Sonja pull her into the house.

Sonja started to pull Meris down the hall toward the bedroom but movement at the top of the stairs halted her. She looked up to see Gweneth standing at the top.

Her mother wore her silk robe. It was open, exposing her beautiful body glistening with steam. The thick patch of hair between her legs was matted against her pussy and the folds of her labia were swollen and pink.

"Oh, fuck," Meris said in a much different tone. "Is that your---"

"My mother!" snapped Sonja, suddenly desperate to flee to her room. She gripped Meris tighter and yanked her along.

Meris grunted.

"Sonja!" snapped Gweneth.

Sonja froze.

"Is that Meris?"

Without looking up, Sonja answered, "Yes, mother."

A warm breeze tickled Sonja's skin, up along her inner thighs. She pressed them tightly together. A urge to pull Meris up the stairs grew inside her. She could already picture a sweat-soaked threesome on her mother's bed. The idea of Meris and Gweneth lapping at her pussy and asshole was almost enough to push her into an orgasm.

"How about dinner? Chinese?"

Sonja looked up, her vision blurring. For a moment, it looked like her mother was wavering with heat.

Meris gasped. "Really?"

Gweneth leaned over the railing. Her breasts slipped out of her robe and dangled. They were beautiful and large. Sonja wanted to reach out and grab them, to suckle on them like a lover, not a child. The older woman grinned. "I heard you don't get to eat out often. So, order whatever you want and I'll pay for it."

Meris stood, her mouth parted with surprise and her eyes locked on the nearly naked woman bent over the railing.

Jealousy rose up inside Sonja. She tugged Meris hard. "We have to do homework."

Gweneth chuckled and straightened. "Have fun. I'll order in about an hour."

"T-Thank you, Mrs. Bremus."

"Call me Gwen."