Yes, Mrs. Kort

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All have a purpose

“Did you say something?”

Ellen raised her head.

Repeated herself.

Clearly this time.

“May I please cum, Mrs. Kort?”

I waited a few seconds.

Then asked …

“Whose pussy is that?”

“That’s your — oh god — your pussy. Your pussy, Mrs. Kort. May I please cum, Mrs. Kort.”

“Yes.”

Ellen sobbed in gratitude.

They never know.

Mother or daughter.

If it’ll be yes.

Or no.

I could see Ellen’s body relax.

Her daughter Debi …

On the other hand.

Was spurred on my our exchange.

Debi drove the strap-on dildo.

Even harder.

Into her mother’s soaked pussy.

The girl.

Hammered.

Doggie-style.

Called her mother a bitch.

Called her mother a whole.

Attacked that trembling cunt.

With 9 thick inches.

Made her mother scream.

Made her mother cum.

Made her mother.

Happy.

Very happy.

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The past comes calling

A knock on the door.

I wasn’t expecting anyone.

It was Tiffany.

“Just a whim,” she said. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Too long.”

In the living room …

She put her bag on the coffee table.

Opened it.

Took out …

A string of anal beads.

A very long …

String of anal beads.

“You got a couple hours, Eve?”

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“Please spank me.”

Tiffany laughed.

Said …

“Not now, Eve.”

I pouted.

“I need my pussy spanked, Tiffi. Please.”

“Getting frustrated?” she asked.

“God. Of course. Spank it. Spank my pussy.”

I started to raise my hips.

Her strong young hands pushed me flat.

Face down on the bed.

She took me by the wrists.

Put my hands.

On my ass cheeks.

I whimpered.

And parted myself.

I really …

Really …

Really …

Needed.

My pussy.

Spanked.

I got.

The anal beads.

Again.

And again.

And again and again and again.

Instead.

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The “couple hours” …

Slipped into the night.

I slipped …

Into madness.

Anal beads.

Correctly used.

Do that.

To a woman.

The four hour …

Pussy spanking.

She later gave me.

Restored my sanity.

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NOTE FROM EVE: My longest relationship with a mother and daughter was with Kathy and Tiffany. Tiffi and I remained close as she turned from girl to sexually fierce woman — a tall, athletic, super-confident redhead. She chose to become a whore. A very empowered, specialized whore. One who dominated older woman for a high price. She’s done very well.

You can read other stories about Tiffi here.

Kathy’s fate was very different. You can read about her here.

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This one. For my Tumblr BFF. You know who you are, girl.

This one.

For my Tumblr BFF.

You know who you are, girl.

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